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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The day I stopped running

A friend had visited the day after Chris was diagnosed. The limbo days when we were waiting for the chest scan results. When we weren’t sure if this would be fightable or not. I was a bit lost. Lack of sleep had made my head fuzzy. I struggled with my emotions spilling over and I […]

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