Michael Broom was born September 1975 near Maidenhead. For the first 6 years of his life he was a healthy lad, but then he began to feel unwell, with symptoms of dizziness, sickness (both during the day and at night) and headaches.
For the next 3 years, up to April 1985 Michael became increasingly ill and doctors were unable to locate why. The headaches were increasingly severe. He was being sick every night. Hand to eye co-ordination and balance was becoming poor and simple daily tasks became difficult. Michael was unable to dress himself for school and perform simple daily tasks.
Now aged 9, Michael deteriorated whilst on a family holiday in Paris. Shortly after he collapsed at school and was taken to the Neurosurgery Department at the Radcliffe Infirmary in Oxford for the latest medical assessment. There he had a brain scan for the first time and the team of surgeons diagnosed hydrocephalus and a grade 4 astrocytoma in the 4th ventricle. The team inserted a VP shunt to alleviate the pressure on the brain tumour and then a week later had it removed. A course of radiation then followed.
Over the course of the next 3 years a further three operations followed to replace bits of the shunt that became blocked. All was well until October 1999 when he suffered a cerebral bleed that cause severe discomfort for one month. This was followed by a low-pressure brain haemorrhage in March 2006 that again caused discomfort for at least 4 months.
I was only a little boy when I was first ill. I just didn’t think much of it; I carried on running for my School, Crosfields, in Reading and played on the 1st rugby team until I was admitted to the Radcliffe Infirmary in 1985. I also played mini-rugby for Henley. I knew I was ill but I had no idea how severe it was. The doctors didn’t know, so how was I or my parents supposed to know? When I was told that I had to spend some time in hospital I saw it as the chance to spend time off school: great news for a 9-year-old boy! But when it dawned on me that I would have to repeat a year I wasn’t too happy!
Looking back on it now I guess my parents shielded me from how close I had come as I think they thought I couldn’t deal with it at that age. They were probably right. From 1986 to 1994 I continued through school, passing my common entrance to get into St Edwards in Oxford – a choice that was made to be near the hospital which was doing my surgery. There I did my GCSE and A levels, entering Leeds University in 1994 to read Geography and Management BSc. It was while I was at school that I slowly learnt about my medical past.
The hardest thing about being at school was being seen as different; I was not allowed to play rugby or go running. I guess the doctors, teachers and parents were protecting me to some extent. But this was difficult as I really wanted to play rugby. I rowed for the school but always for the 2nd grade team. I took up golf shortly after my brain tumour was removed, to play a non contact sport. In my final year I was made Captain of Golf at my School. I did do a skydive shortly after my 16th birthday, the lowest age you can do one without your parents consent.
University was good for me; I led a normal, university life with all the trials and tribulations that being a student brings.
Upon graduating I was unsure what I wanted to do so I packed my bags and went off round the world. This has been the best thing I ever did. It’s not the experiences that I had, it was the fact that free from teachers, doctors, parents etc that I was able to find out what sort of person I was and nobody had preconceived opinions of me because I didn’t let them know my medical history. It was great. Contrary to everybody’s advice, my GP, my surgeon, my insurance company etc I did nineteen bungee jumps in Australia and New Zealand, with no ill effects. This was an amazing time for me; being told that I can’t do this and I can’t do that for most of my life was hard to deal with, I wanted to do something for me. I guess it was sort of ‘a fingers up’ to my brain tumour; you got removed twelve years ago and you are not going to affect my life anymore. I had no adverse effects from the bungee jumps except from the hangover that followed when I partied all night in Cairns, Queensland. I then told the staff why I did eight of those nineteen in one day – they weren’t best pleased! Even funnier was when I got home some 18 months later that I sat my parents in front of the video and played all nineteen. Their faces – a picture! I sailed for three months round the South Pacific, worked on a sheep farm for another three months, went skydiving, more bungee jumps, all amazing experiences!
I came back late October 1998 and started training in London as an Independent Financial Adviser. I had the cerebral bleed in October 1999. I was devastated. I thought all that brain stuff was gone. I was on holiday at the time and had to fly home to Oxford. Luckily, the same team was there and identified and treated the problem quickly and efficiently. It is so reassuring to know that wherever I am in the world if anything goes wrong in my brain the world class team at Oxford can sort it out. To have the same faces there lessened the impact of having to re-enter hospital. It was while I was in hospital that I realised I needed to do something for me again. Travelling was not on the cards; I needed to get on with my career. I decided to rekindle my interest in running from my pre brain tumour days and I entered the London Marathon. Never having run more that three miles in my life, I began training after New Year 2000 and managed to do the course in four hours three minutes. Those three minutes have bugged me ever since and I have vowed to do it again, but I can’t get in!
Doing the marathon was another moment in my life where I did what I wanted to do. I did it against medical advice, but it was the best thing for me. I continued to work in London and then moved to Henley on Thames to work for an Independent Financial Advice company owned by a firm of Chartered Accountants. I had these severe headaches, a low pressure brain haemorrhage, in March 2006 and again it was back up to Oxford, same names and faces and everything was sorted. I go ski-ing at least once a year and now refuse to wear a crash helmet. I know I probably should but years of being at ski school as the only one with a helmet was not fun – now I’ve rebelled against that and I want to ski-free. It would be like sailing wrapped up in cotton wool: it’s not me.
I have thrown myself into sailing and have been racing in Cowes all summer, when not at work! It was there that I met Will, Meg’s brother, who asked me to meet her and my contribution to this website is the result.
Basically what I am trying to say is that while I have been severely ill I have not let it dominate my life. On the contrary, you have to live life to the fullest; my friends are always amazed at what I get up to next! My motto at the moment is “plant your experiences now to harvest your memories later.” Think about and follow that and you can’t go wrong.
If you would like to contact me to discuss my experiences and how they match with yours or you have a child who has a similar ailments please contact brainstrust, and for a small donation to the Trust I will be only too happy to help.