It was a Monday. I was at work.
I'd felt wobbly for a few days. My balance had been off and I'd noticed a struggle with driving that I'd been quietly ignoring. That morning, typing had become a real challenge — my left hand wasn't cooperating i...
The appointment came through for the 1st of March 2026. A Sunday. Five o'clock in the afternoon.
I play football on Sunday evenings at half past six, which meant my primary concern — and I say this with full awareness of how it sounds in hindsi...
It started with a lump.
I'd been on a weekend walking trip with colleagues in the Lake District in September 2025, attempting something called the Buttermere Round. Twenty of us, varying degrees of fitness, united by good intentions and the kind of o...
