Allison: Don't do it. That's my vote. Don't have the surgery. I didn't. I friggin hate surgery.
Izzie: I'm hallucinating Allison. I have really long conversations with dead people, and i see that aren't... Like right now, for example, I'm pretty certain there aren't birds flying over your head, because this is a hospital and that would be weird. But, that's what I'm seeing. I have a brain tumor. Am I really not gonna let them cut it out?
Allison: I didn't let them cut out mine. It's like... ok, one minute I'm this college kid. Rowing crew, and being an idiot, and forgetting to bring my sunscreen, and thinking it doesn't matter. Because, I'm me, and life has turned out pretty good for me. And then the next minute they're cutting into my body every other week. I had 15 surgeries, and then I said... enough. Forget it. I'll rogue through in heaven, or whatever. And then, the IL2 worked. It worked. I come here every 3 weeks, I get my medicine, and I don't have a brain tumor anymore.