The first time I met my oncologist, I was ready to hear positive things like “You can beat it” “We will help you along the way to you becoming cured”…you know, good vibes for the start of my journey after the craniotomy. Not the case.
Surprisingly I slept like a log the night before the big day. Classic me. On the morning of my operation I had a shower singing my heart out at home, gave my dogs nice sloppy kisses and headed off to St. George's with my family, headphones in and focused on the task in front of me.
I played sport throughout my life and a consistent level of gym attendance since I turned 16. I considered myself as healthy as the next twenty-something and prided myself on my fitness. However, in my final year studying at Bournemouth University this all changed.