Watching The Waves

Growing up I loved the beach.  Living in the midlands, visiting it was a once-a-year holiday treat.  As young children life at the beach was all about the sand.  We’d build great castles using our brightly coloured plastic buckets as moulds.  Sea water would be collected for the moat, and shells or grass would be … More Watching The Waves

Time For A Check Up

I last had a hospital appointment in June, three lovely long months ago.  Since then I’ve been deliberately postponing them.  I’ve received monthly letters from my Pulmonary Hypertension team inviting me along for a check up.  I turned down June, I turned down July, I turned down August, I eventually agreed to go along in … More Time For A Check Up

A Letter

Last week I got a letter from Harefield Hospital.  Since getting ill, I have collated a whole file of medical letters.  Appointments, reminders for appointments, notes explaining what happened in the appointments, follow ups from points raised in the appointment.  Having three hospitals wanting to see me regularly, I’ve now filled a large lever arch … More A Letter

How Holidays Change

My husband is a last minute packer.  He runs around manically the hour before we leave to go on holiday, scanning each room for what he might need, and inevitably forgetting something. 😉  I used to be the same.  We could handle last minute and spontaneous short breaks; it was our norm.  But since getting … More How Holidays Change

Changing Holiday Plans

Like everyone, I love holidays.  However, life is never simple, especially with an illness, and our intended vacations this year haven’t really gone to plan!  So far we’ve planned four week-long trips away.. and have had to cancel all four at the last minute.  2016 has been a crazy year, with more than my fair … More Changing Holiday Plans

The Wobbles

I feel like I’ve been on a treadmill for the whole of 2016.  I’ve had to keep continuously plodding along in life, despite having some interesting curve balls thrown in my direction.  Life has not allowed me much time to stop and think, instead I’ve been forced to keep going, to move forward and to … More The Wobbles