On Wednesday, December 16, 2015 I was informed that I had a 6 to 7 cm brain tumor sitting on my right parietal lobe after having received a CT Scan because of a debilitating headache that landed me in ER at Barton Memorial Hospital in South Lake Tahoe, CA.  There were no other signs.  There were no other symptoms outside of one previous headache a few weeks prior.

Two days later on Friday, December 18, the tumor was removed at Renown Health in Reno, NV and we were handed the devastating news that it was a highly malignant Stage IV Glioblastoma Multiforme. The worst kind. This tumor we quickly learned, is a very aggressive kind of cancer and the median survival rate is about eight months to two years.

The news, as you can probably imagine was crushing to my husband, Jesse, my parents/family, my friends.  Mind you, I was not privy to this information initially as I imagine those around me were trying to protect me. In fact, although I had some idea that the tumor was life-threatening and needed immediate treatment, it wasn't until I was flying back from Houston, on January 5, reading The Moss Report on Cancer of the Brain, where I learned about the survival rates and my true prognosis.

I burst into tears at 35,000 ft. above the earth with my husband trying to comfort me by patting me lovingly on my back.  The weight of that information shook me to my core.  My poor husband!  My poor family!  My poor friends!  They have been holding onto this information. They have been smiling. They have been hugging me.  They have been staying strong for me.  They have been doing everything within their power to keep me occupied, fed, happy, rested, loved.

So now I know. And as one of my husband's friends told him (a two-time cancer survivor), "There's no way around it.  Your wife has just been handed a shit sandwich."  I'll say.

What I also know however, is that is that the ridiculous statistic (and all the rest of them) are not going to be my story.  No, my story is going to look a lot different than that.  Oh hell yeah.  My story is going to be inspiring.  My story is going to one for the record books folks.  Make no doubt about it. Because with my determination.  With my motivation. With my unwavering faith and with my unbelievable Krista's Cure Team that has already shown me what is possible when amazing people come together for one purpose, we are going to swiftly and powerfully, kick this Brain Cancer in the proverbial ass. 

And then we're going to show others how to do the same.

So, are you with me? Because I'm building an army.  I'm going to build and recruit and inspire an army of individuals who are passionate about getting things done and taking action.  I don't have time for anything else.

- Krista Kline Carson

Important Note:
After writing this, my family informed me that I was told of my diagnosis/prognosis right after I came out of surgery.  I have no recollection of this.  I guess it’s not surprising that I may have blocked this out for self-protection. I haven’t really been listening to the stats anyway.