"Anyone who signs up to the stem cell register must have at least a minimal level of goodness," I was telling our guests on Saturday, not long before they went on their way. And it's true. You're offering to help a stranger – if you're found one day to be a match – with no benefit … Continue reading ♫ And you were there, my good man ♫
"You know what?" said Mariacristina. "It's been a great year." She's right, of course...
Mariacristina writes... Two days ago, one of my favourite colleagues at work asked me to go out for lunch to our "usual" place, Pronto – a really great Italian place I was introduced to by the Raleigh gang when the office was based in London Waterloo. She asked me how things are with George and I gave … Continue reading Day +9, by Mariacristina: Between shameful truth and hidden strength
Some of you might think that since we got the news on George's relapse our life has changed dramatically. I assume so, at least. However, as my former manager Laura used to say: by assuming you make an ass of you and me, so maybe I'll refrain. Either way, what I would like to explain … Continue reading Mariacristina posts: Our life, upside down… NOT
Patience is a virtue; virtue is a grace. Grace is a little girl who doesn't wash her face There's a remarkable phenomenon regarding our microwave at our home in Streatham: like most microwaves, it usually displays the time, but on a fairly regular basis I find the time has been replaced with a single number … Continue reading The English patient’s patience
I have been blessed, on both occasions of my coming into hospital for treatment, with the most astounding support from friends, family and beyond.In 2005, I was hopping between cheap places to rent, scraping by in London on the romantically low (!) salary of a budding literary journalist and generally trying to make my own … Continue reading Now and then (part 2)