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That’s what I tend to do when I’m waiting for my hospital appointments; I have my Kindle, of course, but occasionally my gaze will sweep the waiting area and see – but not see. Images are vaguely noted – sometimes … Continue reading
I can walk; I can even jog a little, and dance in short bursts. I can get to the local shops and back and sometimes I don’t even need my walking stick. What I cannot do, however, is have days … Continue reading
Hello. I haven’t left WordPress. I’ve been reading all of you, but I’ve only left a smattering of comments here and there. I haven’t been ignoring anybody; things have been happening in my son’s life that I have had to … Continue reading
In a small maternity delivery room in Cheltenham, long ago, an exhausted young woman lay in a bed soaked with blood, sweat, amniotic fluid and tears; she had in her arms the most precious and beautiful thing that she had … Continue reading
I have mentioned my autistic son many times before. I’ve shared the good times, the bad times, some photographs of my handsome, cheeky little man. A young man who is basically thoughtful, sweet-natured, warm hearted, kind, handsome and funny. He … Continue reading
I love to write free-form, unstructured poetry. It’s honest; it’s pure; it’s emotive in a way that structured, rhyming stanzas are sometimes not. I dedicate this free-form to my wonderful husband, D, who has no idea how much I truly … Continue reading
That was the first thing that my neurologist told me when I met with him this afternoon – a year after I last saw my Epilepsy Nurse, Frank La Rocca. Last August I had to cancel an appointment due to … Continue reading
In my hometown of Cheltenham lives a very famous lady. She is famous for being amazing. For the sake of argument, we’ll call her “Lisa”. Lisa is only a few years older than myself and is a Thalidomide victim. She … Continue reading
Appearances can be deceptive. Outwardly, to the bystander, I’m the smiling, friendly blonde lady who is confident in herself and still retains an appearance of youthfulness and some of the good looks she had in her late teens to mid … Continue reading