So, last week I had a nightmare of a journey. I had my first counselling session since I had my surgery (starting to prise open that can of worms that I've kept firmly closed) and then I had a physio appointment. I left the hospital feeling a little delicate emotionally and physically and found myself… Continue reading Driving..
You ever hear the phrase 'the elephant in the room'?! He's with me. That giant, pink (I like to imagine him as pink) awkward git is with me. After I was diagnosed with cancer, he was tiny, insignificant in fact. Everyone I talked to or who came to see me, everyone who called or texted,… Continue reading The elephant..
Theo is terrified of 'the man who bangs the table'. When he hears him, he freezes, eyes wide and immediately grabs my hand. When we are out and about, if he hears a banging noise, he immediately reaches for me, and whispers 'the man, banging the table'. Its his biggest fear. The man who bangs… Continue reading The man who bangs the table..
I miss my ear. My left ear. Don't get me wrong I still physically have it, I just can't feel it. Since my operation it's totally numb, and I won't ever feel it again. It's very strange, because I never walked around appreciating how much I had it, until it was gone. Its on me… Continue reading I miss my ear..
It seems to me, that we spend a lot of our lives waiting. Waiting for this occasion or that. Waiting for the next job, the next step, the next house, the next car. Waiting to get engaged, married, pregnant. Waiting for our babies to crawl, walk, talk. Waiting for summer, waiting for Christmas. Waiting. Waiting… Continue reading Waiting..
So last year, I went along to a coffee morning that my cousin held to raise money for MacMillan. I baked buns (ate a lot of other people's buns) and donated some money. I never really thought much more about it. This year however, it felt totally different. I never thought in a million years that… Continue reading Lets have a cup of tea..