I realised this bit was blank, so I guessed I should do something with it. Chances are you know what’s going on from the rest of this infernal thing already, but we might as well have it as complete as we can. Clive is a tumour; he’s a grade 4 glioma and he lives in my thalamus. He set up home in such a way that he can’t be operated on and can only be attacked with chemo tablets and radiotheraphy treatments. The following posts are the story of the trials and tribulations of the battle between us…..