Grief / Paris

Grief is a strange thing.    I’ve lost people before,.  My father, suddenly, when I was 28.   My mother, gradually, to Alzheimer’s when I was 53.    A bit like childbirth, I think the human psyche, wipes the memory of that pain.  And also, like birth every experience is different. What I do remember, … Continue reading

Coping with cancer. / Paris / Paris apartments

THE NIGHTMARE OF FINDING PARIS ACCOMODATION……

So our lives have become,…… (YUK ALERT!)….. obsessive interest in bowel habits.   (Frequency, timing, consistency and volume)……  dashes to out of hours medical centres with wound infections  and forgotten wound staples…….  Sleeping,….. eating …..and relaxing.  (plus the darned racing commentary is back!.  Aggh!) Both the twelve year old out of hours GP   (it … Continue reading