In 2015 I was diagnosed with a giant osteoma in my head. The slow-growing tumor, which was larger than a golf ball, threatened to blind me. From the day I found out about my tumor, I felt so blessed to be a Wildcat, knowing my health was in the best hands.
People often say that doctors don’t communicate that well, especially when it comes to end-of-life care. Improving lives by improving communication is something I could only have accomplished with my experience at Northwestern — and for that I’m truly grateful.
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