Another blogger has reminded me of a time when I was about 16 and I was told I had a brain tumour. They (the doctors) said they would rescan in a year (which I’m now very used to) as it wasn’t very large and I had no symptoms. In the next scan it had gone. They (dr’s) didn’t fuss or think this was at all remarkable. If I remember correctly they put it down to it never being there at all. What the other blogger reminded me of was that at the moment I discovered that it was gone I allowed myself to accept that it had been there before and cope with that. I broke down for a couple of days.
I functioned of course but I cried a lot and I was scared about it. Now, having had tumours that have only left my body through surgery or are still there I have begun to cope with them. I get very frightened sometimes that they will take away the things I love about my life, you know the ability to move and talk. But it also reminded me of something my Prof said. He mentioned that small tumours do come and go, they are there in one scan and gone the next.
Crazy that my body does this to me.
I met a man last night who is 40 something and he has been a wheelchair user since he was 17 when he was in a car accident. It was strange to be in his company as I know that there is a likelihood that I may well end up a wheelchair user and more likely that my dad will be in one first. I wanted to ask him so many questions but it didn’t seem appropriate as we were playing poker.
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