THE NOTE THAT SAVED MY LIFE
Feeling my shoulders being shaken I slowly opened my tear-filled eyes, and saw my daughter hovering over me, a look of horror on her face. Then I realised I was lying on our kitchen floor. ‘Mum!’ Nicola, then six, cried.
It was July 2005, and I’d unexpectedly had a seizure. ‘Call Grandma,’ I whispered, and she ran off to grab the phone. Before I knew it, I was being rushed to Cork University Hospital.
As I sat in my hospital bed, a doctor told me I had a huge mass growing on the right side of my brain, affecting the left side of my body. I’d noticed a few months earlier my left arm and leg wouldn’t move voluntarily sometimes, and I would momentarily lose control of my hand,
