Ostensibly, our son is a normal teenager. But beneath his mischievous grin, charm and almost disarming good looks, he hides a debilitating and constant burning in his left foot which caused him to miss all of middle school and the first two years of high school.
There is an order or organization in destructive human behavior which can be illuminated with research and clinical observation -- and can have many implications for intervention. Neuroscience is providing a major piece of the puzzle towards this understanding -- but only a piece.
I thought to myself that if Bobby, a senior in high school, a young man with his whole life in front of him, wasn't asking "why," then I had no right to do so. Instead, I told myself I would find a purpose, a purpose for this brain tumor.
The neurons setting our heart racing, our skin to sweating, and our stomach churning, are draped in a network throughout the body cavity next to the organs they control, completely outside the brain and spinal cord.
I know that as a medical student and a fellow miraculous survivor, I should, like Jill Bolte Taylor, maturely and gracefully appreciate the awesome intricacies and tenacious strength of the brain. Instead, I'm totally disgusted by it.