Leave him alone Ragdall ... floozies are fun!

I was called home from a folk club in April 2001 because my wife had flaked out on the sofa with foam coming out of her mouth. (I live in Oz, so this is not that remarkable.) Turned out she had a brain tumour. Various dramas getting treatment advice (and rejecting some of it). After some weeks of tests and surgery, and pressuring the neurosurgeon, we were told life expectancy statistically averages 7 to 12 years. It is now over 13 years later, she is fit, healthy, saner than me (OK - she always was), and her seizures have decreased from three a day to none. She still has the tumour (inoperable) and a mild issue with numbers and communication. Otherwise, all good.

What all this boils down to, Rap, is that the onward road has been pretty much consistently better and more positive, when once I thought it would be all downhill. So all the best to Pat, Rap, and keep the sense of humour that I see sneaking through.

Hope I never need brain surgery ... can't afford the search fees.

Shimbo