Back in April, Taylor was sent home from the hospital. She stayed at the Toronto Western Hospital for over a month, where numerous tests were conducted on her to try and figure out what’s going on in her brain. Unfortunately, all the tests that had come back were inconclusive. We were living in a limbo not knowing what is really going on or what to expect for the future. Meanwhile, she started eating less, speaking less and moving less. She started becoming more confused. She would go through a full day without uttering a single word. She struggled going up and down the stairs. Her doctor wanted to perform a second brain biopsy on her - which is in his opinion the only way to diagnose. He called me three times to convince me. But I was hesitant. I didn’t want her to go through another open brain surgery/biopsy, given that it can be very well be inconclusive just like the first one she had.
On May 5 in the afternoon, she passed out on the couch in our living room. I had no choice but bringing her back to the emergency room, where I spent the night by her bed. She did the biopsy the next day and the rest is history.
These photos were taken recently with her in her workout cloths. Taylor used to be a gym rat. And now she is working to get back to her old self.
