Why Being Told I’d Had a Stroke from a Brain Tumour was the Best News I Could Receive

For those amazing people who have been following my journey and wondering what in the world has happened to my health, I’ve finally been diagnosed. There are still a number of questions around my diagnosis but the general consensus is as follows.

I had a brain tumour. It grew to a certain size and burst (haemorrhaged) causing a stroke. It’s unknown as to whether or not the tumour has managed to completely kill itself or if it still remains in my brain in some shape or form… but for now, the doctors are confident that the blood from the haemorrhaging will absorb into my membrane within the next few months (maybe longer) and they will have a more clear idea as to whether or not the tumour is still there. We can then make decisions from there.

The day the doctor told me about my tumour and stroke, I was so relieved. I had spent the better part of the last two years with a variety symptoms which I struggled through each day. The last few months of my battle, I saw countless doctors who brushed off my symptoms as attention-seeking behaviour, mental health issues (over which they made me feel less than worthy) or just something that belonged in the too-hard basket. There was a point I thought I wouldn’t see an end to any of this.