“Whatever you do, you have to get a Döner Kebab. Have to.” “Is there a special store that sells them?” “They’re usually sold at a little stand or in shops all over town. You can’t miss them. You’re going to love being on base in Germany. It’s such a great area. Oh, try the kebab with and without the special spicy sauce. I prefer it without.” “Steffanie, I need you to answer a few questions for me. What’s your date of birth?” “September 19th.” “Great. What are you here for today?” I took a deep breath and, with what strength I had left in me, I whispered in a barely audible tone, “Brain Surgery.” My now favorite anesthesiologist turned away from my bed then…