cycle of acceptance

Aftermath I

A makes me promise I wouldn't Google brain tumours.  Dr Google is renowned for his shit bedside manner and extreme preference for worst case scenarios, so just this once, I'm happy to do what I'm told.  The first thing I do Google is the stages of acceptance. No idea why though.  The five stages we generally… Continue reading Aftermath I

An MRI scan of a brain

Crouching doctor, hidden tumour

A porter arrived to take me for the MRI early on Monday morning, before the scheduled appointments started.  Several of the ceiling panels in the neuro-imaging waiting area have been replaced with backlit pictures of meadows and flowers, which is a pretty, nice touch for people being wheeled in and out. Perhaps not *quite* as… Continue reading Crouching doctor, hidden tumour


Swings and roundabouts

Saturday morning arrived with me trussed up like a Shredded Wheat in an array of  wires after sleeping attached to a gazillion monitors. A team of 3 managed to disentangle the mess, and then a steady stream of visitors arrived, including A and the kids, coming back early from visiting his parents despite my protestations… Continue reading Swings and roundabouts

Hospital, Seizure

Black Friday

After leaving hospital, we headed home, against my mum's better judgement. She wanted me to stay with her and my dad so they could look after me. I was wrung out and just wanted my own bed.  Friends reassured me that half the people who have a seizure never have another. It's just one of… Continue reading Black Friday

My left hand, frozen and unable to move

So it begins

Fair warning - this post is a bit serious and grim. This blog will get better, honestly. Well, there'll be more crap jokes anyway. Before, everything was normal. There were good days, there were bad days and there were lots of in between days. Get up, go to work, come home, spend time with the… Continue reading So it begins