I adore eating. I always have. There’s not a lot of food that I don’t like, and even less that I won’t try once. I think about it far too much. My meals are often planned a day ahead. I always have to pre-discuss where we’ll grab food if I’m meeting friends around noon. I … More The Longest Meal
It was the first night of our trip to Center Parcs. The rest of the Marshall clan hadn’t yet arrived, so my little family of three were exploring. Whilst Phil was talking to reception, Lottie the dog and myself sat outside watching the world go by. And that world was full of children… and sport… … More The Other Path
My Pulmonary Hypertension consultant is on maternity leave. I’ve not seen her for nearly a year. She took over my care when I was diagnosed with PVOD (Pulmonary Venous Occlusive Disease), and so we’ve been through a lot in a few short years. She arranged for me to be rushed onto the transplant list when … More When The Consultant Is Away…
The last time I went on holiday with my Doodi, ‘Mmmbop’ was number one in the charts. Every car journey on that trip was accompanied by my siblings and I singing along loudly to the childish voices of ‘Hansom’ whilst it played on a continuous loop! My poor Dad sat grumbling in the driver’s seat, … More Twenty Two Years Later
It was the first day of our holiday. Early afternoon. My eyes were sleepy from the 5am start, and my body weary from the 424 miles drive north. As we crossed a humpback bridge, we were suddenly greeted by a picture-postcard scene of Scotland. A gushing alpine river, lush green mountains, and glorious (and unusual!) Scottish … More Wanderlust
I spent yesterday backing up our photographs from the year thus far. Five months of memory making. I’m a happy snapper. I take shots of pretty much every visit or meet up or weekend excursion. And so my photo archive is wonderful evidence of how much I do or don’t get about. January took no time … More Moving Through The Gears
I arrived at Harefield in a bright mood. The sun was shining, I’d spotted ten Red Kites en-route, and had met a friend for lunch beforehand. Moreover with my recent positive test results suggesting stability, I was confident I wouldn’t need to be reactivated on the transplant list just yet. But four hours later, I … More Bursting My Bubble
I’ve spent far too much time visiting hospitals these past three months. My recycling bin is full of appointment letters, the veins in my arms are feeling sorry for themselves, and I still keep finding remnants of heart monitor stickers that I miss each time I shower. I’ve had ten visits in the past ten … More Tests, Tests, Tests
Last Monday I stood atop a mountain! An actual mountain! A mountain with rocks and boulders and mud blocking the route. A mountain in the middle of nowhere, that took hours for us to climb. As I sat up high, looking down at the tiny dots of candy floss sheep in the valley below, I … More I Climbed A Mountain!
As a child I was allergic to cats. I ‘d sneeze when sitting next to a furry feline, or get itchy eyes when one rubbed against my legs. Luckily I rarely had contact with any… my siblings preferred pet rabbits! 😉 Later I had occasional summers with slight hayfever, and developed a mild sensitivity to … More The Allergy Specialists
