Were I as orderly as I like the world to be in general, I'd have posted two days ago, on Day +31, as I had a rare combination of both news and a time-relevant theme to write about. However, I'm pleased to say that the news – that I was out of hospital again – meant I … Continue reading Days +31 to +33: You’re only as old as…
Day +30: The little big three-zero
It's Day +30 today, which may not carry much particular weight medically, except perhaps prompting another chimerism test, but feels good to have reached – albeit in hospital! Sadly the '3' and '0' balloons we used previously are at home, and I'm not, but it still feels like an achievement to have got through the first thirty days … Continue reading Day +30: The little big three-zero
Day +9, by Mariacristina: Between shameful truth and hidden strength
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
Now and then (part 2)
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)