The final part in my tale of book worm dream and wrestling with the Grim Reaper: We last left me facing off against the Big Casino (my affectionate term for the evil cancer I was battling) with the desire to pick up a pair of knitting needles. (If you missed it read Part One first) […]
Here’s where the phrase ‘Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.’ echoes loudly through my life.
In the screaming face of all that horror I did what any girl in peril would do. I learned to knit.
There are places in the world where no one likes to be. Hospital is one of those places. Hospital smells of disinfectant, overcooked vegetables and fear that you can’t speak of until you get home and blurt it out over a nice cup of tea and a decent slice of had-a-bad-day cake. St Bartholomew‘s, sitting […]