The highs and lows of living with a brain tumour.
What I most hope radiotherapy will do is turn me in to a superhero. Most likely the Incredible Hulk, because Bruce Banner got zapped by gamma rays and it happened to him. Surely radiotherapy will look exactly like this? Crosshairs, weird contraption chair? It IS a given. To say I spend an inordinate amount of... Continue Reading →
And speed up everything did. The day after meeting Paula, the mask fitting, an MRI and CT scan were arranged for the following two days. None of us could work out why it would take two days to make the mask. E suggested it's made on the first day and I get to go back... Continue Reading →
The thing about brain tumours is that there are over 120 types. Granted, adult primary brain tumours tend to be one of a handful of types, but multiply that by all the different places in your brain they could occur, and times that by the age and underlying health of the person who owns that... Continue Reading →
I'm writing this while a third of the way in to 30 sessions of radiotherapy, and the side effects of getting a high strength blast of x-rays to the brain every day are starting to kick in. Please bear with me if it's a bit rambling and it takes a while to get new posts... Continue Reading →
Not today, Satan. Not today. 