Brain Tumor | Carlos Luceno's Story
Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2026 8:29 am
My name is Carlos Luceno, and in June I had brain surgery for a tumor that was discovered that same month. It turned out to be a Stage II brain cancer. Now I’m living what I call the brain cancer life—waiting to see what happens day by day, MRI by MRI.
Sometimes it feels like I’m in a comic book, walking around with a question mark floating over my head. But what can you do? When those thoughts creep in, I laugh to myself and remind myself to take life one day at a time. That’s how I’ve always lived. Nothing fazes Carlos. I’ve gone into the jungles of South America—places most people would never go. I’ve never really been scared of anything. That’s just who I am.
The people around me say I’ve always been incredibly positive and upbeat. Even facing this diagnosis, I was almost fascinated. I wanted to understand what was happening, to gain insight, to talk it through, and then face it head-on. When I was told what needed to be done, my reaction was simple: “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s get it done.”
From the moment I met my neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins Hospital, I knew I was dealing with someone extraordinary. Within five minutes, I could tell he was one of the best in the world at what he does. His knowledge of the brain was on a completely different level. But what stood out even more was that he cared about preserving my humanity—my personality, my quality of life—while approaching everything with deep scientific expertise and experience.
As he explained it, his objective was not simply to treat an X-ray or an MRI. It was to determine exactly what was wrong, relieve the pressure on my brain, remove as much of the tumor as was safely possible, and most importantly, return me to my life—my friends, my work, and all the meaningful things I wanted to get back to. He understood that, at this stage, quality of life mattered more than removing every possible trace of tumor at any cost.
Behind the scenes, I knew I was supported by extraordinary expertise and technology uniquely available at Hopkins—advanced navigation systems, intraoperative CT scans, intraoperative MRIs, and the benefit of years of research. In fact, through the department’s research efforts, the average survival of patients with malignant brain tumors has more than doubled. That gave me confidence not just in him, but in the entire team.
What I sensed from him was a genuine desire to help as many people as possible, approaching each case in the most logical and thoughtful way. Over time, I felt bonded to him. He saved my life. I don’t want to let him go.
Some of my friends talk about moving to New York, but I can’t imagine being far from Hopkins—not for years, not until I better understand what the future holds. I’ve always chased adventure and lived spontaneously, but this is different. Now there’s a psychological comfort in knowing I’m under his care, in being one of his patients. That sense of trust means everything.
In the end, choosing to have surgery there was deeply personal. It wasn’t about the institution or the name. It was about trusting another human being to help me through one of the most frightening experiences of my life. Once that trust is established, it becomes the foundation of a long-term relationship—one that doesn’t end when the surgery is over.
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Sometimes it feels like I’m in a comic book, walking around with a question mark floating over my head. But what can you do? When those thoughts creep in, I laugh to myself and remind myself to take life one day at a time. That’s how I’ve always lived. Nothing fazes Carlos. I’ve gone into the jungles of South America—places most people would never go. I’ve never really been scared of anything. That’s just who I am.
The people around me say I’ve always been incredibly positive and upbeat. Even facing this diagnosis, I was almost fascinated. I wanted to understand what was happening, to gain insight, to talk it through, and then face it head-on. When I was told what needed to be done, my reaction was simple: “Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s get it done.”
From the moment I met my neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins Hospital, I knew I was dealing with someone extraordinary. Within five minutes, I could tell he was one of the best in the world at what he does. His knowledge of the brain was on a completely different level. But what stood out even more was that he cared about preserving my humanity—my personality, my quality of life—while approaching everything with deep scientific expertise and experience.
As he explained it, his objective was not simply to treat an X-ray or an MRI. It was to determine exactly what was wrong, relieve the pressure on my brain, remove as much of the tumor as was safely possible, and most importantly, return me to my life—my friends, my work, and all the meaningful things I wanted to get back to. He understood that, at this stage, quality of life mattered more than removing every possible trace of tumor at any cost.
Behind the scenes, I knew I was supported by extraordinary expertise and technology uniquely available at Hopkins—advanced navigation systems, intraoperative CT scans, intraoperative MRIs, and the benefit of years of research. In fact, through the department’s research efforts, the average survival of patients with malignant brain tumors has more than doubled. That gave me confidence not just in him, but in the entire team.
What I sensed from him was a genuine desire to help as many people as possible, approaching each case in the most logical and thoughtful way. Over time, I felt bonded to him. He saved my life. I don’t want to let him go.
Some of my friends talk about moving to New York, but I can’t imagine being far from Hopkins—not for years, not until I better understand what the future holds. I’ve always chased adventure and lived spontaneously, but this is different. Now there’s a psychological comfort in knowing I’m under his care, in being one of his patients. That sense of trust means everything.
In the end, choosing to have surgery there was deeply personal. It wasn’t about the institution or the name. It was about trusting another human being to help me through one of the most frightening experiences of my life. Once that trust is established, it becomes the foundation of a long-term relationship—one that doesn’t end when the surgery is over.
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