I am off to the hospital again this morning to see my neurologist and, I hope, to arrange for my last MRI brain scan.
I haven’t seen her for six months now but she is hopeful that we will find that the blood has finally drained away after that brain haemorrhage I suffered two years ago.
It is pointless double guessing what she will say but I hope that this is the beginning of the end of my treatment and the start of the rest of my life.
I think I will get the scan in January and then, if all is well, get a discharge from the neurology department that has been looking after me so well all this time.
I can’t really believe that I am cured though. Something makes me uneasy. It has been a long recovery and maybe I am scared of leaving illness behind me. It can become a part of your personality, a reason for living even. I think I need to kick the habit before I forget what it is like to feel well and fit.
See you all later.