‘Months rather than years’ is a phrase I’ll be hearing a lot; it’s the default answer they will be able to give in terms of my prognosis. I keep asking them as I need to know.

The bleed isn’t doing much but the tumour is growing, so that’s why I’m getting worse. The leg, arm and pain received are the main things that get the brunt of everything; but I’m used to how things are, it would be strange if I felt normal again.

It’s getting harder to walk and I’ve started to use a chair…..well, get pushed around. It’s one of the final stages as it admits defeat to my  physical side; I just can’t manage more than a few hundred metres without having to stop or rest. I know it’s the best way, but it’s still a long way off where I should be.

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