You Can’t Live Indefinitely Indefinitely

The kids came into hospital to visit me a week gone Sunday. Both of them were excited to see me and each had a good look at my head. G had reminded them in advance that my hair had been cut and I would have a plaster on. The previous week when I had returned from my appointment with Mr H to discuss further surgery, I had shown my Mam the photo of me and Mr H. The kids had wanted to see the photo too so I explained that I was sitting next to my doctor, who was going to take out the tumour in my head that shouldn’t Continue reading “You Can’t Live Indefinitely Indefinitely”


Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis

(This is not a tale of another baking disaster.*)

I mentioned way, way back many centuries ago** that a friend nicknamed me Rainman as I automatically noticed patterns, absorbed information and remembered almost everything Continue reading “Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis”

Have You Seen My Childhood?

MY childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it, too.

O memory! thou midway world
‘Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,…

[Above are the first two verses of the poem “Memory” by #16.]

Continue reading “Have You Seen My Childhood?”

Bright and Breezy

As there’s nothing much to report on my Squatter and Seizures (apart from one small seizure on Thursday), here endeth this post. Just kidding!  Continue reading “Bright and Breezy”

Ten Score and Nine Years Ago…

…my favourite US President was born.*

On Friday, I managed to drag myself out of bed in time to get to the RVI for 8.25am for my MRI scans. I was very tired and almost fell asleep during the scans despite the Lost-esque whines, creaks and other machine noises. The only positive things about having such an early appointment were that we had no problems parking and, as I was the first one in, they weren’t running late. Continue reading “Ten Score and Nine Years Ago…”

Cyclicity, Publicity and Felicity

Hey Scan Woman/Man*

The good news is that my rescheduled MRI is next Friday at 8.25, only a week late. Happily, my results appointment in a few weeks’ time has not been delayed. It will take a Herculean effort for me to get showered, breakfasted, ready and out of the house about three or four hours earlier than usual but it’s the least I can do as they’ve squeezed me in at the RVI as there were no timely appointments available at the Freeman. Continue reading “Cyclicity, Publicity and Felicity”

Swing Low, Sleep Lariat

A Jowell Jewel

Last year, Tessa Jowell was diagnosed with the same type of brain tumour that Graeme had. This week, as some of you will have seen, heard and/or read about, she gave an interview on BBC Radio 4 and made a speech in the House of Lords, which triggered a rare standing ovation. She has finished the treatments available in the UK and was calling for an increase in access to experimental cancer treatments. Here’s the best explanation that I’ve found for what she’s advocating. Continue reading “Swing Low, Sleep Lariat”