Six Percent


Recently my beautiful man and I celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary. It certainly was not an easy day, but it was however a fabulously triumphant day.  I’d been having a pretty reasonable month until the week before our special day when I relapsed and my health declined quite badly.  Our anniversary was far from all rainbows, … Continue reading Six Percent

Missing


Today I was chatting to a beautiful, young, brave woman, she is also ridiculously  clever, she has earned degrees and diplomas…. as I said she’s clever. Despite all this, she struggled to concentrate long enough today to take a message on a phone call. She, like me, is also a kick-arse fighter of auto-immune disease. … Continue reading Missing

Dirty Shoes


Driving with my now 19-year-old son. Out of the blue, he grabs my hand and says, “I’m so proud of you, Mum. It must be hard knowing that no one will ever really know but us. I hope we are enough – that we know and we are proud.” Yes my son,  it is enough. … Continue reading Dirty Shoes