“Having to kiss goodbye to Allan, my partner, and to Jay just before my surgery was the worst thing I have ever done; Jay just smiled at me as if to say: ‘You will be OK, Mammy', which made me determined to come out the other end…”
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“In the summer of 1988, 20 weeks' pregnant with my first child and at work at the time, my very first symptoms reared their ugly head: without any warning, I opened my mouth to talk and all that came out was unintelligible nonsense.”
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“Nearing my 30th birthday, my life was a pretty normal one. I had a secure job and had recently moved to a new house. However, life was to change suddenly when I suffered a seizure while at work.”
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“As my silver jubilee beckons, I wind the clock back to Frenchay Hospital in Bristol where that first emergency operation saved my life and prevented the coma that was imminent.”
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“I am 47, I don’t smoke, I take a lot of exercise, and I eat more or less the right stuff. There is no history of brain tumours in my family, and I am not exposed to noxious chemicals or radiation any more than the average person. But I have a brain tumour …”
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