I didn't get to meet you. I've seen photos and films of you, and marvelled at how much you reminded me of Elliot. Was I imagining it? Or did you really have something in common?
One of the funny things that has come out of my writing so much recently is that my husband has started to see how I see the world. Last Monday we had such a crazy day that he said at least on five separate occasions: "Oh you have to write about THAT!" And it was… Continue reading A Crazy Day
So I'm sitting here in the chemo ward and starting to feel slightly depressed at the memory of the night Dr. Latour and Dr. Nelson gave us The Diagnosis. There doesn't seem to be any new kid coming, and I can't just sit here for the next three hours remaining of toxic chemicals being administered… Continue reading A Day on the Chemo Ward, fourth and final part