Growing up I always knew I wanted to have children, but when I visualised those children they were always girls. I always saw myself as a girl mum. I pictured frilly dresses, Barbie houses, pink bedrooms and dolly prams. When I was pregnant with Theo and found out he was, in fact, a boy I… Continue reading Oh Boy..
So, last week I had a nightmare of a journey. I had my first counselling session since I had my surgery (starting to prise open that can of worms that I've kept firmly closed) and then I had a physio appointment. I left the hospital feeling a little delicate emotionally and physically and found myself… Continue reading Driving..
You ever hear the phrase 'the elephant in the room'?! He's with me. That giant, pink (I like to imagine him as pink) awkward git is with me. After I was diagnosed with cancer, he was tiny, insignificant in fact. Everyone I talked to or who came to see me, everyone who called or texted,… Continue reading The elephant..
So last year, I went along to a coffee morning that my cousin held to raise money for MacMillan. I baked buns (ate a lot of other people's buns) and donated some money. I never really thought much more about it. This year however, it felt totally different. I never thought in a million years that… Continue reading Lets have a cup of tea..