Acceptance

 I remember dating this one guy whom I really liked and can see myself being with for a long time, but before he broke up with me he asked, “why haven’t you considered brain surgery?” for my Tourettes and thats when I knew. He just wished I was normal. He liked me and my personality but the Tourettes bugged him. A lot. The question hurt me because no one should ever suggest that I get brain surgery when they know nothing about it – the risks, the complications, the emotional side of it all. Only my neurologist can do that. And only I, myself can make that decision or even have the nerve to bring it up.But thinking about on it it makes me appreciate my husband , Clifford Harmon even more. He’s never wanted me to change. He’s never wanted me to fit into society. He’s never wanted me to change for him. And when I did bring up the brain surgery it was me, myself who did it. And he supported me by watching videos of other people with tourettes who has done brain surgery and we both cried in each others arms watching the video. He’s helped me do the research, take me to my doctor appointments, used his money to fly me out to New York to see a neurosurgeon, promised he’d be with me if I turn into a vegetable which won’t happen by the way, and stayed by my side. Thank you Clifford Harmon for enjoying my madness and not forcing me to be normal. Your the panda to my grizzly