On 17th March 2015 I underwent awake surgery to remove a grade 4 glioblastomamultifome (GBM). I emerged with no more than a slight speech defect, thanks to the amazing skill of my neurosurgeon, Mr Puneet Plaha of the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford. I spent that night in hospital and awoke to discover i couldn’t spell my own name. Puneet was very amused at my attempts at texting and assured me that is was temporary. Two years on, on 17th March 2017, in a wine bar with friends, I celebrated the fact that I am wonderfully well, have little or no speech deficit and can write this blog with little more than a nudge here and there from spell-check.
My lovely friends bought me Nettie, who came out to the wine bar with us and is happy but tired. I think she is going to be a great asset to the family.