I have a Pituitary Neoplasia and I had a head injury at the age of four. My cousin picked me up, flung me over her shoulder, and lost her grip on my legs. I slid, face first, down her back and landed on my forehead on concrete. It drove my head backward, toward my tailbone, and the doctors…I think…were quietly astounded that my neck did not break and that I should have died…right there in the back yard of my childhood home. I don’t understand why I survived.