I’ve been very open-minded indeed. The surgeon carefully cut through my scalp and skull and opened up my head for surgery. It was the start of the solution to my brainstorm of several months. The brain overload that had worn me out.
Careful cutting, careful sucking and the removal of the tumour. A bit of a brain dump. Careful stapling and stitching, and a brain drain in situ.
What followed was a mind-blowing diagnosis. Nothing before had ever blown my mind quite like it.
The bad hair days. Bad hair days like never before. No need to tear my hair out, as it came out by itself where the radiotherapy had fried my head. Hopeful that only brain dead part of me is the tumour. Never so mindful as now. Hoping to never be mindless.
Vicky Galbraith April 2011