2008 Archive 13: Seeking counsel
As I sit and type this, my face is rather alarmingly paralysed. Why is paralysis – mine anyway – never even? I have a weird, very…
As I sit and type this, my face is rather alarmingly paralysed. Why is paralysis – mine anyway – never even? I have a weird, very…
After a frantic but fun entry to 2007, I got diagnosed with skin cancer – fantastic! But, no biggie. Minor op and all was declared clear.…
Glancing through Suzi Godson’s Sex Counsel column in The Times today, 14 September 2013, I read this suggestion [just a part of the full response which…
Yay, 2006. A good year. Ok, it started badly with a horrible vomiting virus, an early neurological relapse, I went deaf in one ear, got diagnosd…
The new year blues were getting me down, the words in my mind swirling around – brown, frown, ground, flat, crushed, bruised and battered … My…
Continuing from a dire 2003, I had a diabolical first half to 2004 – colds, laryngitis, pesky infections, yet another relapse in May so, back to…
2003 was the new ‘norm’ for a year in the life of my illness. In January, I woke up one morning to find that my face…
2002 was to be the year where I began to live my reconstructed life. The spectre of immediate death receded to be replaced by the reality…