People that have the hex will understand. People that don’t are the others. Since 10/11/99 I have known the hex. 10/11/99 I found out I had a monster attacking my brain. And from that point forward I became someone with a hex, not an other. From that point on I was Bob The Brain because of a brain tumor. It was a random act of misery. There are people that get the same invitation to the hex club everyday. And when the radiation took my hair then it was a visual cue to me and the others. Since moving to Pa, I have heard about someone’s wife, father, ex-husband, family co-worker, and a few others that I am forgetting I am sure, all that have passed or fighting the brain hex. It is almost spookey to be around all these people and almost inspirational, I think the others that have been affected by this monster might be happy to talk to someone that is here and alive. I am a hex survivor, although I did have that dream last night that I was back in the hospital.