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Not forgotten

“You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice” – The Fault in our Stars, John Green –  Advertisements

In my wildest dreams

Say you’ll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you’ll see me again Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams – Wildest dreams, Taylor Swift –

Sweetly bitter

The first time we met I was a bona fide walking and talking caricature of a PWCF struggling with poor health. Cue the violins. I had been battling a cold which escalated into trouble pretty quickly. Despite swift and assertive intervention I had nonetheless moved steadily through the three stages of trouble: virus, leading to … Continue reading

Part Two: Timbuktu

This post is Part Two of two. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can do so here: Part One: Road trippin’. Sprawled in the dirt you watch the dust from CF’s abrupt departure disappear into the wind. You drop your forehead to the ground oblivious to the gravel needling your skin.

Part One: Road trippin’

Regular readers will notice this post is written in a different style to usual. It is also Part One of two. This piece has a darker ending than what I usually finish with. A number of things influenced this post and I wanted to write it despite its different and darker nature.

New balloons

This week one of my friends received the most magical gift – a shiny new pair of lungs, new balloons! Her journey to transplant has been rocky and her grit and determination is inspirational. I wish I could showcase her story for you all to marvel at. However, it is not my story to share. … Continue reading