It is a funny thing with internet searches, in spite of me repeatedly putting in the word ‘Brian’, google knew i really meant brain. I guess the fact i was looking for more information on tumors was a bit of a give away, after all who the hell was Brian Tumor any way?
Well he turned out to be an imaginary squatter conquered up by my dark humour at a time where my sanity needed saving. Enveloped as i was in the maelstrom of devastating thoughts and emotions that were shaking the very foundations of my world back in 2016. A sudden and unexpected medical roadblock took us all by surprise.
The tale of Brian Tumor.
Despite being numb and on autopilot for my husband and children, when i couldn’t speak about how i was feeling, i was strangely able to pour myself out onto the page instead and that is how the tome of Brian Tumor came about…
Bloody hell we have a squatter and his name is Brian Tumor An annoying little man without hint of mirth or humour Moved in without warning and is now living in our roof There were signs of his existence but we didn't know the truth Till one day he made a noise and now we have the proof We do not know much about him If we did we would tell that is for sure He really is not welcome though and needs to come out from behind his door Now listen here Brian This cannot go on We really need to talk You are a pain in the head Is what i said You really need to take a walk But i have been here for ages and you really did not know I have got squatters rights mate and i do not want to go I am quite happy to stay here mate although the space is very tight I will keep making lots of noise too through morning noon and night Well consider this your eviction notice Brian Of that there is no doubt Scream and shout all you like We are gonna kick you out Through the many ups and downs of the following years, my writing and specifically my poetry really has saved my sanity and how...
