My brain controls everything I am, everything I do, and everything I feel. All of my thoughts, all of my memories. All of the love, all of the pain, all of the happiness, all of the sadness. It is the most intimate and most indispensable part of me. It is the center of my existence, but it is so rarely seen (which is probably a good thing).
In 2006, I volunteered to have an MRI scan as part of a medical research study at the University of British Columbia, where I was earning my (first) master’s degree. A CD of images of my brain was way better compensation than money.