On the way back to the hotel, I had to stop several times to steady myself against light-headedness and a sense of disassociation of mind and limbs.
Could I have a brain tumour? It could account for some of my experiences. Fear constricted my throat as I pictured its steady growth in my brain. Had it started its damage six months earlier?
I have a brain tumour?Had it started its damage six months earlier?Was that why I found it so difficult to recall the exact events of Bonnie’s death?
My legs refused to walk, and I leaned against the cool stone of an office building. Breath laboured against my paralysed diaphragm. I was certain that I must be pale; that I was about to collapse. No one stopped, though a middle-aged man paused briefly to give a nod of greeting. I looked beyond him to the
