Pippa Rea

Pippa's Journey with a Brain Tumour

Brain Therapies

During radio therapy at Peter Mac Pippa’s oncologist and nurses strongly advised me that for at least the next two years I should support Pippa in undertaking and pursuing a range of therapies to assist her brain in its development and to minimise the side affects of the radiation.  This was reinforced and supported by her music therapist at Peter mac and by RCDFund and their music and yoga therapists who were also with Pippa  throughout radiation.

Thus, I have committed to an ongoing routine that so far incorporates drumming, yoga and dancing in addition to her sport (currently tennis and basketball).  On top of school she also does online brain training activities and games.   These therapies provide Pippa’s brain with stimulation in rhythm, memory, coordination, meditation, concentration, flexibility, balance  and left/right brain function.

Just as important though, each therapy is so much fun and she loves learning   them.  We are privileged that her “therapists” (teachers) are all special people in her life, bringing with them an abundance of positive energy and enthusiasm for what they love and in turn, sharing that with Pippa.

Drumming, yoga and dancing.  How lucky Pippa is to be able to have so much fun doing therapy!

In the words of her drumming teacher, “Yeah,……Good Work!”    Drumming Lesson



Sorry, No Pic of an MRI……..

A full day at hospital today also included an MRI that we had not told anyone about.  I have quickly learnt that keeping a poker face and holding MRI appointments close to my chest is a much simpler way to deal with the anticipation.  Unfortunately, it also seems to bring secret tears as I sit through the scan.

The result however, has proved worth it.  Whilst reading an MRI like this takes many weeks of intricate comparison to the previous scans, Pippa’s oncologist was very keen to have an “unqualified”  look for himself.  He is happy and can see some positive signs in the pictures so far.  This at last (after 5 and a half months of surgery and treatment) matches something solid and medical on the inside with what we see on the outside.  It also, I imagine, motivates and confirms for him that despite the length, the twists and turns and the intersections without directionsthe road he is following is perhaps the right one.

I should have taken a photo of Pippa in the MRI tunnel to placate my mother who likes to see photos on every blog.  Better still, I should have taken a sound recording of the most boring 45 minutes I always have to sit and ‘vibrate’ my way through whilst Pippa gets to watch a movie.  I didn’t.  I thought instead about my grandmother, Nellie, and secretly thanked my cousin who recently reminded me that her strength is passed through all of us and she sees it so clearly in Pippa and I.  Then I shed a few tears.

Now, I’m drinking bubbles and Pippa’s celebrating with another, in some ways slightly stronger and more aggresive than previously, course of chemotherapy.


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