Background

As it’s my first bash at any type of blog I thought I’d start with a little
bit of background about who I am, what I’m blogging about, why I’m putting you through reading this and when it all started.

Who?

I’m Alex, a 31 year old from Leeds, Yorkshire. I have a wife, Sarah. A
daughter, Sophie, who’s 2 and a baby boy on the way.

I’d say I’m slightly above average across the board, emphasis on slightly,
cue my friends making phallic based jokes. I own a recruitment
business and I’m relatively fit and healthy.

I’m from a privileged background and have been lucky enough to grow up in a
nice house with excellent parents and had a good education. I’ve been given
lots of handouts throughout my life but wouldn’t class myself as entitled as I’ve
worked hard in my career and pushed myself.

Why?

The reason I’m writing this blog, and sorry if you’re learning this for the
first time via a blog (but you should have kept in touch more to be honest) I
have a big filthy, dirty brain tumour who I have nicknamed, Timmy.  I was given a book, Pear Shaped by my best friend and recent best man, Sav, that gave me the idea of jotting down my thoughts and
giving people a better insight to my state of mind, provide me with an outlet
while not working rather than just galloping around on a virtual horse on a PS4
game but importantly, help others in a similar situation learn about my experiences. 

What?

I’m going to be writing about all aspects of my own experiences of having a
tumour from diagnosis to what I hope is full recovery, warts and all.  Now, think of this like a disclaimer. I’m
from Yorkshire so it’ll be to the point, I’ll be honest about my feelings about
what happens and finally I’ll probably throw a few dark jokes about pretty
serious shit, so if you’re easily offended I’d look elsewhere for your morning read
on your commute to work.

When?

I was diagnosed with a brain tumour on the 29th January 2020 but
if you haven’t been bored senseless and want to read on I’m going to get more
into Timmy in future posts. However, to reiterate it will not be all cutesy and
they’re will be fucks, shits, and wanks (verbal not graphic details on my sex
life and bowl movements).

See you soon, Alex & Timmy

Published by Alex Dawson

Who? I’m Alex, a 31 year old from Leeds, Yorkshire. I have a wife, Sarah. A daughter, Sophie, who's 2 and a baby boy on the way. I'd say I'm slightly above average across the board, emphasis on slightly, cue my friends making phallic based jokes. I own a recruitment business and I'm relatively fit and healthy. I’m from a privileged background and have been lucky enough to grow up in a nice house with excellent parents and had a good education. I’ve been given lots of handouts throughout my life but wouldn’t class myself as entitled as I’ve worked hard in my career and pushed myself. Why? The reason I'm writing this blog, and sorry if you're learning this for the first time via a blog (but you should have kept in touch more to be honest) I have a big filthy, dirty brain tumour who I have nicknamed, Timmy.  I was given a book, Pear Shaped by my best friend and recent best man, Sav, that gave me the idea of jotting down my thoughts and giving people a better insight to my state of mind and also giving me an outlet while not working rather than just galloping around on a virtual horse on a PS4 game. What? I’m going to be writing about all aspects of my own experiences of having a tumour from diagnosis to what I hope is full recovery, warts and all.  Now, think of this like a disclaimer. I'm from Yorkshire so it'll be to the point, I'll be honest about my feelings about what happens and finally I'll probably throw a few dark jokes about pretty serious shit, so if you're easily offended I'd look elsewhere for your morning read on your commute to work. When? I was diagnosed with a brain tumour on the 29th January 2020 but if you haven't been bored senseless and want to read on I'm going to get more into Timmy in future posts. However, to reiterate it will not be all cutesy and they're will be fucks, shits, and wanks (verbal, not graphic details on my sex life and bowel movements).

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