View from the ward window. (Helicopter landing pad with a windsock and a nice Zen garden) 2025 turned out to be one hell of a year. But here we are in 2026, I’ve had 3 operations and I’m still alive. Brief summary of a totally weird “Unfortunate Series of Events” Operation 1 Three operations were cancelled last minute for various reasons but eventually In October I was admitted (to male head injuries ward as no other beds) and operated on. The operation was 7 hours with 4 sur

I’ve had so much to think about, trying to make sense of myself. So much to say, where to begin?  Basically nothing has happened tumour...