An image of the hemorraghic stroke and ‘Ted’ the golf-ball sized tumour.
Meet ‘Ted’ who was living in my head!
June 2021 was like any other for me where I was beginning to work the garden, top-dress the lawn and enjoy the spring sun. Many Readings were booked and completed. I enjoyed card playing with friends and dinners with friends. The sun was shining and it was a relief to enjoy outdoor time during the suppressive government rules that the co vid agenda brought with it.
After a weekend of socializing with friends and preparing for Readings, I woke up with a headache. This wasn’t a ‘usual’ headache and to me, felt like my sinuses were angry. Advil didn’t help and I cancelled my appointments with my client’s that day. The next day, the headache was still there and I changed up to sinus relief pills in hopes of getting rid of this pesky headache. Still didn’t work, so I cancelled the rest of the week’s appointments thinking that maybe I was coming down with a cold. On the fourth morning I was drooling my coffee and my left hand went tingly. I immediately got my son to take me to the hospital because clearly, this was not a ‘cold’!
Upon arrival, I signed myself in through emergency and then my memory blurs from this point on. To be continued…