The Diagnosis That Changes Everything

Anderson

The headache started in the middle of a meeting. A dull, nagging throb at the base of my skull, like a warning sign I had learned to ignore. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as the voices around me droned on. My assistant, David, glanced at me, his brows knitting in concern, but I waved him off.  

I was fine. Just tired.  

I hadn’t been sleeping well. My appetite was shot. I’d lost weight, enough for people to notice, but I told them I was just busy. Stress did that.  

Didn’t it? 

I reached for my water, but my hand trembled....