\'I\'ll try anything to beat brain cancer\'

I didn’t know there was anything wrong with me before I had a massive seizure in my sleep. My boyfriend Pete Cohen thought I was having a nightmare at first, but when he couldn’t wake me, he realised I was unconscious and called an ambulance. I came round in hospital a few days later and didn’t remember anything. I underwent countless tests, absolutely terrified as I realised something was seriously wrong. A week after having CAT and MRI scans I was told I had a brain tumour the size of a golf ball. It was in the frontal lobe and had probably been growing there for years. The doctor gave me three options: leave it and see what happened, have a biopsy to discover what type of tumour it was and how aggressive, or go for surgery to try to remove as much of it as possible. Everybody else went into panic, but the shock calmed me. I decided to have the operation, hopeful that it would get rid of it. Inside, of course, I was scared, and I could see just how frightened Pete was. It wasn’t an easy decision but there really wasn’t another choice.