I had just put on my jacket to go home after my MRI, when suddenly the nurse ran out, shouting “Stop,
stop! Where are you going? You have to go straight to the hospital!!” So my ordeal began with my first operation to
cut out what they could of my brain cancer the next day. The operation lasted over 5 hrs and I thought that was
that was . I did NOT know what lay in front of me!
At first, I was given too many pills, including an anti-depressant, which I refused but the doctor said was essential. I
took about 2 weeks of that particular drug, but I felt extremely woozy and out of it. I thought it would be better to be
myself even if depressed, and who wouldn’t feel down at the news of brain cancer! So I stopped it, and felt glad
about that little step back to myself.
We spent Christmas in the hospital, not my idea of fun, but the staff made it as cheerful as possible. I had a
number of visitors to help, with Sivam and Manu at my side. At this point, I was still assuming I would go straight
home, and get back to my life with little change. Was I ever wrong!!