I found out that I had an agressive stage 4 Gliomablastoma brain tumour on the 10th of March 2023. I wasn't ill - just collected my new glasses at Specsavers. We are reeeling. I had a craniotomy on the 23rd of March which went well but, as is often the case with this tumour, it has tendrills and spreads quickly. I have been offered chemo and radiotherapy in approx 5 weeks time once I have my seizures under control (these started after surgery once steroids were reduced) I have already deteroiorated, lost most of my vision now, tired out. Some of this will be due to meds and recovery from a big operation. I was surprised to be offered ongoing treatment as I know this is an inevitable outcome. I am a fit and well 54 year old woman. After feeling elated about the prospect of some treatment to buy us some time I have now had chance to think things through, read all of the brilliant literature that we have been given and understand the possible side affects, the gruellilng nature of the treatment (for my entire family - not just me) and the reality of what sort of time it 'might' buy us. I am a very out-going, chatty, full on type of person and am really struggling with the prospect of the personality changes that might come about, I am already losing my voice along with my sight and confidence. I am really in anguish about becoming a 'shell' of a person for the last few months of life 'v' enjoying my next couple of months as myself with some managment of the undoubted progression of this tumour. I feel guilty for considering not accepting the treatment, whilst professional people, who I have the utmost respect for, are offering me a chance that others may not have been given. I do not feel that I would cope with the rigours of being so ill throughout treatment. I am already finding it hard to be so reliant on my family. It has all happened so quickly and my deterioration is all ready well under wayEven the thought of going back on steroids fills me with dread. The lack of sleep is awful. I am super independent and capable with my own business. The thought of putting my family and myself through so much more pressure for me to simply become quiet, reclusive, and potentially miserable, aggresive and not much fun is proving unbearable to me but how dare I refuse and how on earth do I feel that I know better than everyone else? I feel dreadful. I am lucky as I know my family will support whatever decision I reach. We are coping so well under the circumstances and I am so proud of us. I don't know what to do. If this was curable I would be in no doubt about accepting treatment. My positivityand strength is not in question but I am also a realist and know myself and my personality. Such big questions in such a short space of time. It doesn't feel real at all.