two pills a day...

As I said in the last chapter, the treatment after the operation for my initial brain tumour ( medulloblastoma ), the radiotherapy, had after effects because of my age the radiation affected the front side of the neck, which in essence set off the growth of suspicious and possibly cancerous tissue in the thyroid area.

That was 2006 that was discovered and biopsy was done, which was inclusive so they gave me the option of removing half the thyroid and testing some more or to remove the whole thing. Such a stupid thing to ask I thought, I'm not going to commit two operations when it can be sorted in one, so the operation to get the thyroid removed to ease my mind of all possibilities that would lie on my mind went ahead successfully.

I was lucky to have the surgeon who was the best authority in this surgery. Taking two tablets a day for the rest of your life is not the worst thing in the world for having a clear worry free mind, compared to the worry and constant upheaval of my life to keep a check on the situation if i hadn't had the op.

But i have only told you the beginning and the current status of my problems relatively - other things ensued as an affect of the treatments i had too. But I will leave that for another time

Later on in life I found out that when my mother first took me to the doctors he actually missed the symptoms of the brain tumour and said something like I was just seeking attention and needed to be given a good smack, it was actually a doctor at the eye specialist hospital that discovered the tumour. I really felt full of anger and I wanted to get face to face with the guy who said that about me and shout at the weed of a man until he felt so small, but then what would that have achieved. Maybe if it had been discovered earlier, just maybe - who knows, I may not have had the after effects I have had, but still not much of a professional doctor if you come out with something like that especially when you haven't checked out all avenues of possibility.

This experience is probably the one that made me have a loathing for going to the hospital, close to a month if not a month (i.e. four weeks) in hospital is enough to put anyone off I imagine - still the food was better back then even if it was mince beef in different guises throughout a week. Plus I used to get loads of toys, lego, star wars figures and stuff like that to balance the constant number of scans, injections and regular procedures of which the removing of the staples from my head not being too pleasant but the worst being a lumbar puncture to remove the fluid from the spine, jees that makes me shudder just talking about it even now. 

I remember I used to like the tea time because I used to get lemon cake - madeira cake with lemon jam and cream through the middle with yellow lemon icing on top yum. I still love that to this day, I get it in the supermarket every now and again. I also remember the walks out (well - rides out for me in a chair) to the shops near the hospital with my mam, dad and grandparents, nice doctors in that hospital too although I remember the guy who did my operation I kicked him - not on purpose I don't think, you know the reflex test well i have ticklish feet or did.