Signs of life

It strikes me that I should keep a diary of what's going on, so here it is. As we're all no doubt aware, I have a brain tumour that may or may not do me in in a couple of years. Boo hoo.
You can find out about much more interesting things, such as my life with my new son - due in just six tiny weeks now, crikey - over at projectpeppercorn.blogspot.com. I initially started that blog and wanted it to be a chronicle of our thoughts and feelings around his birth and life, so that when he's older, we could share the sheer scope of our naivety with him and he could laugh at our silly haircuts and clothes etc. Then The Other Thing happened, and increasingly it took over my writing, most of my waking thoughts and as a consequence, his blog. Hence this one needed to be created. This one's going to be pretty honest, and I might even keep it a secret until the end. I will post more frequently than in previous lives, I hope. The following is a long piece I wrote just after being diagnosed. You would think that, having been given some fairly bleak news and allegedly being a writer, the outpouring of words would be more consistent; more voluminous at least. But no.