Benign is not Ok

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.

Back to reality. 

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 →

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