'Will you shut up!'
'I haven't murmured a word.' I loudly whispered. 'What the hell are we doing here in any case?' I asked my partner in a voice that sounded as though I had a throat problem.
Laryngitis or something more disturbing.
Like the Big 'C' of the throat.
My Nanna was always convinced that she would die of a massive brain tumour.
She must have been disappointed when she did die, as her problem was breast cancer.
She and I never got the chance to discuss the subject though........as she had slipped away by that time. Of the spreading fingers of cancer riddling her body and not that long held belief of a brain tumour being her nemesis. Or was it just fear or some black humoured thing which is rife throughout my family apparently, more th...