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I wasn’t there when Chris was told by our GP he had a tumour. He went to the appointment by himself. If I’m honest I don’t think at that point either of us believed that it would ever be anything really serious. Really life changing. I was at work. He rang me. It was the […]
Read MoreWhen they ask, I tell people I’m fine. I am. Fine. It’s not a choice. There is no option. I didn’t wake up one morning and make a conscious decision that this is how I would feel this year. It just is. I wondered for a long time whether I was in denial. About Chris’ […]
Read MoreI am ready for a break. A break from juggling. Everything. I am ready not to have to set my alarm, to lazily get ready in the morning, to not have to commute, to stay in my PJs if I really want to. To sit with no real need to go anywhere. Ready for aspects […]
Read MoreI didn’t know how I would react when I first saw him. I knew, rightly or wrongly, that my reaction weighed heavily on him. My initial response would reflect his. As I’d left him, I had been overwhelmed with the realisation of what was about to happen knowing how much he didn’t want it to. […]
Read MoreWhen we found out about Chris’ diagnosis, it was my kids, especially Lily, I thought of first. I knew that regardless of anything else that was going on, I needed to keep things as normal as possible for them. To make sure I was there for bedtime and that they were at home as much […]
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