I still have tumour in my head. A small part that cannot be removed. It could be blasted with Gamma Knife, and potentially chemo, but this would be life extending, not life saving.
I hope however, that no parent has to go through the rigmarole that I went through, because it was painful, discouraging and embarrassing.
My Dad once told me about a button. A button, that on the front says press to test. Naturally, You press it, but as soon as you press it the little display flashes up with release to detonate. This is where I am right now. My finger firmly pressed on the button; stuck. Petrified of... Continue Reading →
The 23rd of February. That's the date she gave me. When I say she, I mean the nurse. Lovely, chatty, consummate professional. She will be there on the day. An entire day, In the Walton centre. MRI/CT, bloods, the lot. It's been almost 4.5 years. 4.5 years. In that time I've met the man of... Continue Reading →