It is strange, being in the routine I’ve had for years after some time away. The trees are starting to explode into color, a marked shift from the steaming heat the last time I was seeing patients. My tiny car is parked outside, and I watch it from my office window, its color starting to match the emerging fall palette behind it. It’s the same car I’ve had for 8 years, one of the few things that hasn’t changed. I run to the restroom and look in the mirror. My hair is crazy,

My husband's GBM diagnosis had my head running in one of two directions: Convert husband to veganism and police all meal choices, not even a whiff of things like smoked/cured meats or red meat, and kick simple carbs and alcohol to the curb. Allow the man to eat/drink whatever he wants. I don't know if there is a right answer. I don't know if things can be defined so starkly. Is the horse out of the barn when it comes to eating healthy? I looked at the literature, and unsurpri