Okay - so this is one of my "serious" posts. The one where you don't get any laughs. Today marks an anniversary - its one I don't wish to celebrate. One year ago, my mum, aged 54, discovered that the excruciating back pain she had been experiencing for about 10 weeks was not a pinched nerve or slipped disc. It was actually a number of metastatic tumours in her lower spine. She was diagnosed with lung cancer which unfortunately had spread to a number of sites in her body, but mostly painfully her spine. I suspect she knew for a long time that she wasn't well. But, mum had clinical depression, a little agrophobia and an extreme dislike for medical procedures. She hated to be poked and prodded and didn't particularly like baring her body or soul to any doctor. I think she put her tiredness and general feeling of being unwell down to her depression. She was a lifelong drinker and smoker and didn't like to discuss this with doctors. S...
I am 38. I am a mother of a teenager and two nearly teenagers. I am a wife of 18 years. I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a workmate, a neighbour and a friend. I would like to say I am no-one's enemy. However, with my potty mouth and penchant for poo humour, perhaps I have made an enemy out of the odd, zero-sense of humour type, along the way. I love to eat, I love to talk, I love to laugh. I don't pray, but I admire those who do. Right enough with the serious. The above paragraph describes me somewhat. Here's the rest (yes its a little self-deprecating - but its a character flaw of mine!!). I am chubby, only 2 inches taller than the legal height of a dwarf, I have hairy big toes (just like a hobbit) that I keep at bay with my trusty razor. I (regularly) overuse exclamation marks, en-dashes and bracketing in my writing - and make no excuses for it!!! I constantly correct people's grammar (in my head and also di...