The last twist in the tale?

All stitches now removed 

The last fortnight has been challenging emotionally, physically and mentally. After my second cranial surgery, recovery has been slow and I have felt like a wobbly jelly. I haven't been able to walk or do much really, and the highlight of the last few weeks has been going to church. I have been dreadfully emotional and weak as a kitten. Without Dean, I would not be able to even get up in the morning and certainly couldn't do anything apart from basic tasks. I am so grateful to him that it is impossible to express.


So the next stage is Gamma surgery. I have to recover first from the latest cranial surgery and then I am on the last lap, travelling down to Birmingham for a final blitz. My tumour has gone so there's no reason to worry. My surgeon will work alongside the Birmingham team and she hopes to never see me again. I am desperate to start making progress - I would love my face to look normal, and it is still unclear whether my hair will grow back. But each day is a blessing, and despite looking like a octogenarian balloon, I'm still standing and ready for the final hurdle.

Amanda