My Beginning was terrifying my ending was sad. But I soon came to realise that what count the most in life is the middle. So don’t focus so much on the bad to take away the good as it takes the best part of the story. I felt like my life had come to an end when I was diagnosed with terminal brain tumour in 2000 I was told that I wouldn’t live past the age of 30, I had less than a 50% survival rate for the next 5 years. 10 more years passed by, most people would say to me that I should be happy, grateful but the truth is how I can pretend to be when I’m not it’s impossible. I have had many surgeries, I have had radio therapy almost every day and most days I fight to keep my sanity. Death would be the easy way out for anybody when you experience daily seizures that just can’t be fixed. Every day I look at myself in the mirror and say to myself “what is going on in that brain of yours?” but it is a stupid question to ask because the truth is my tumour eats away into my brain day by day and soon there will be nothing left of me. Every day I make the same journey to the hospital to have scans, when its irreparable, my next one is tomorrow 18th august 2010, my last scan showed that I was just getting worse and that I should prepare for the worst. What I have learnt is when doctors tell you to “prepare for the worst” all they are really trying to say is say goodbye to your family. Most people would say they have done it already but the truth is, I can’t bring myself to tell my