Not for his Chicken Legs

I 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. […]

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When you realise you must be doing something right

When 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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Goodbye Cancer Leg

I wasn’t sure how I’d react when I saw him. Whether I would be shocked, whether I would cry, whether he would cry, whether I would panic. Whether I would be able to keep whatever it was I was feeling off my face so he would stay calm. I’d driven him to the hospital, he’d […]

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Six Down

It was daunting when we first found out that Chris’ treatment would take at least 12 months. Just think about what you can fit into a year, 365 days, what you can plan for, what you can look forward to. As the New Year bells rang signalling the start of 2016 there wasn’t the usual […]

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Getting by with a little help from our friends

When our friends first approached me to ask what I thought about them doing something to raise money for us it made me cringe a little. I didn’t want them to think of us in a sympathetic way, didn’t want to be thought of as a family that weren’t able to cope, that needed charity. […]

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