Before hubby started chemo in August 2014 for one of his NF2 tumours – the one in his brain, we spent many an hour researching the side effects and prognosis. The general medical consensus was that Avastin stood a good enough chance of shrinking and then stabilising the brain tumour …
It’s always the case isn’t it? You try desperately not to cry in front of people, to give the impression that you’re holding it all together nicely, and then someone says the strangest thing and sets you off. I’ve been seeing a Bowen Therapist for a little while as recent …
Or rather, relinquishing it. I’ve gotten a bit tense the last few weeks (no shit, Sherlock!), but if there’s a time for going easy, for self-compassion, then that time is now. We can’t control the NF2. It’s a bugger of a condition that does it’s own thing. We have no …
The text came through thirty minutes before I had to leave for work. “Unfortunately the cranial tumour has grown. I’ve been offered chemo or surgery. We’re to talk it through and get back to the doctors. Please don’t worry.” I knew from the start that hubby had NF2. It was …