I attended the annual Brain Tumour Alliance Australia forum yesterday, in Sydney. On stage was a plethora of brilliant minds, caring souls and with it, a potpourri of information designed to either educate or bewilder the audience.
One wet, cold September night some years ago now, a boy was born. It was late, his father, a veterinary surgeon, was out tending to another birth, a cow, in a time when it was hardly expected that a father would be in attendance for the birth of his child, he would be much more likely to be asleep, or having drinks with friends, than with his wife about to give birth.
Appearances can be deceptive, as they are with most people. On the surface I appear to be quite normal, a functioning human being doing what functioning human beings do. “You’re looking good” is what people say.