I’m checking into hospital on Monday 11th Feb for another bout of neurosurgery (round 4) so all my psychic energy will be focussed on that.
And if you were to ask how I felt about this, I would reply:
Vexed, displeased, irked and gutted
Fed-up and put-upon,
Hemmed in by events,
Squeezed by fate
HEMMED IN – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER
A bit like this picture in fact
Now listen up Mister
We’re going to have to send in
Another extraction team
Early at dawn
We land on the beach
One to crack open the cliff
And the other
Search & destroy squad
Enter and locate and extract
That goddam cell
Any questions Mister?
Sir, no Sir
Are we reading from the same page Mister?
Sir, yes Sir.
MY BRAIN - PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER
Meningiomas are a diverse set of brain tumors arising from the meninges, the membranous layers surrounding the central nervous system.
Monday June 28th 2010
I’m feeling a bit nervous today about my consultation at the hospital when I will receive the results of the MRI brain-scan that I had last month, despite various assurances from people claiming to have some inside knowledge of the workings of God’s mind (Deus é Grande).
I sit in the doctor’s office while he intently studies the images on the screen (while I intently study his face). He is taking longer than usual: no, he concludes, the brain is clean …
(whew! what a relief!)
… but you do have a new one forming, its tiny, nothing to worry about for now.
He points out, on the contrast-imaging, a white speck of light on the black perimeter of my brain.
I am crestfallen and struggle to maintain my equilibrium.
Great, I think bitterly, that’s all I needed – another bleeding little star is born.
ANOTHER STAR IS BORN