A few months ago it was discovered that a particularly aggressive cancer tumour was blowing up a bit of a storm in the right sided frontal lobe of my mind. (The ‘drawing department’ according to some neurological theories (how ironic)). I’ve now had some big surgery to scoop most of it out and intensive radiotherapy to blast the residue (“some little tentacles reaching into the corpus callosum ... important to get them because that’s what makes you who you are as a person...” said one specialist). Not sure if it’s worked yet, but we’ll see.... I’m currently laying low full of unpleasant steroids and waiting to see what I’ll turn into... (When I lay in the machine being bombarded with radioactive beams all I could think about was applying to join the Fantastic Four).
Thanks to all my family and friends for their staunch and unlimited support in recent months. The main effect so far seems to be a seeming limitless fatigue and an inability to spend more than thirty minutes a day on a computer (or with a sketchbook) but I hope to be back maintaining everything as usual on a regular and normal basis again v. soon. Love to one and all. X.
