It was 1969, I was watching my two girls playing on the sands, when a football hit my head, it hurt, but I didn’t think any more about it, then in 1971 I started getting migraines everyday, after several years, the hospital said, next time you get one, come and we will attach wires to your brain to see what’s happening, the next time I got one, I wasn’t able to get to the hospital, but then for some unknown reason they stopped. In 2001, I had tests for another problem I had, one was an MRI scan, when the results came back there was a large dark patch on my brain, which I was told was a brain tumour, from then on it was like living with a time bomb, I could not think straight, all that was on my mind was this Thing I had inside my head. I saw doctors, who said it had died and calcified, but my mind could not accept that, all I could do was think about it. Even though it had died, I still had to have scans often to see if there was any change in shape. After 10 years of scans I was discharged. I know its still there and when I get a headache, I do wonder about it, but I’ve come to live with it now, It was hard at first, but not anymore.
