The Sad, Long Song of the Shunt

I have a runny chest this morning. I can feel it. I hear it dripping like a faulty faucet.  I was born with a condition known as hydrocephalus. It means cerebrospinal fluid builds up in this big ol’ noggin of mine. I was a baby with a gigantic head. My doctor once said, “You’re luckyContinue reading “The Sad, Long Song of the Shunt”