After a diagnosis like mine, the clutter and trivia of life is cleared away and you are left with only clarity & truth.
“Being a mum is a full time job” – WRONG Hello, me again! I was rushing around today and I…
The realities of being a twin mum, highs and lows Who am I? My name is Charlotte, I am a…
For my tumours and I, this is our first official Christmas together and it would appear that Marty my Meningioma and Gary, my Glioma decided that they should celebrate this by giving me some gifts to go with the ones that they first gave me and led to their discovery in the first place.
My wife asked “what if it is a high-grade Glioma”? The consultant paused for a moment and replied “Then we are talking prognosis and timescales”, that was quite a sobering moment, and as I write I have yet to have the confirmation that the Glioma is behaving.
Some words can change your life. For us these words were spoken by my GP, “Sorry Mr Hannah, but you have two tumours on your brain”.
I hadn’t seen such a mass of shuffling and stooped figures moving together since I last saw Caesar Romero’s zombie movie ‘Night of the living dead’
“It is perfectly reasonable to believe that someone is out to get you!”
There are however a significant number of people (as I have recently discovered) who, like me, suffer from a kind of ‘Organisational Nirvana Hunt’ bouncing from planner to planner, system to system. We sometimes end up in a state of ‘Paralysis by Analysis’, having organised ourselves to a standstill and finding ourselves staring at a plan that isn’t talking to us, we sit head in hands cradling a stress headache, unable to do anything.
It has been an eventful few months, including H having a car crash that happened without even leaving the driveway and two attempts to assassinate me with COVID19!