It’s twelve months to the day since I underwent a brain biopsy confirming a brain tumour diagnosis. Six hours rendered unconscious whilst a tiny hole was drilled through my skull and then a very fine needle inserted, guided by a live MRI scan to take a small tissue sample for analysis. My anxious family waited … Continue reading An unexpectedly bad year.
It's fairly standard procedure after a biopsy to control the swelling in your brain with steroids. In my case I was sent home with a truckload of dexamethasone and a blue medical card to carry with me at all times. The level of concern from the medical teams at discharge is carefully metered out in … Continue reading It’s 4am. It’s dark, quiet and I’m consuming biscuits at an undignified pace.
I wrote this post on Facebook the day after my biopsy. It was the first time a lot of my friends knew something was happening. That's not to say we weren't in touch, but the lives of my friends were also busy and Facebook has become something everyone my age is using less and less. … Continue reading I apologise for the blunt delivery.