A month is up today. It has been a strange month, full of the usual highs and lows, birthdays and sick days, all underpinned by this constant feeling of nausea and fear. I have been stuck in this permenant state of 'poor me', as kind people ask me what the latest news is on my… Continue reading Don’t hold your breath
My Fight Back Tool Kit
Thanks to a phenomenal response, I find my self in the luxurious position of being able to fightback. I have support. I have hope, I am now armed with information, ready for battle. The pen is, after all, mightier than the sword. Imagine if I hadn't posted 'crossing the line' and just accepted all I… Continue reading My Fight Back Tool Kit
Crossing the line.
It's 5:30 on my dads birthday, and we are getting ready to celebrate with him. He only visits my beloved Kernow a couple of times a year; Kent to Cornwall is a helluva way. We don't get much time, just a few days here and there, so when I saw the fat brown envelope waiting… Continue reading Crossing the line.