1991 - it took me a while to find the house. It was strange to be back in North London, in an area very near to our old school, on a day when I should have been at work up in the Midlands.
I found it eventually and Paul's mum let me in. Elaine was there with bandages on her head and a smile on her face. She looked very pale but her eyes were vivid.
She told me she was fine, the hospital were pleased with her, she was happy the operation was all over. Everything had happened so quickly - the diagnosis of the tumour, admission to hospital, the operation.
She had been worried the operation would change her personality - the doctors said it might. But she still felt the same.
I didn't want to stay too long. I didn't want to tire her out.
Before I left I remember her telling me that the doctors could not cut out 2% of the tumour - it would have been too dangerous to do so, it was too caught up in her brain. But they told her not to worry about it, 2% shouldn't cause her any harm.
They were wrong.
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