My parents considered naming me Faith. However apparently they looked at me post birth and decided I did not look like a Faith. And so Caitlin it was. Not my favourite name but very much the least of my problems. Perhaps the fact I didn’t look like a Faith was telling. Despite identifying myself as… Continue reading Nevertheless she persisted
I’m currently sitting in the waiting room looking forward to chemo number 23. The anticipatory nausea has set in and I think I must be looking slightly green around the gills. I wanted to give you all an update after my last rather depressing post. In short I’m back in my hope! We went down… Continue reading The thing with feathers that perches in the soul
I’ve always been an enthusiast. My mother has an astrology book in which people born on my birthday are given the advice: “Remember that the object of your enthusiasm is at least as important as your level of enthusiasm”. This is sage advice for me. Once I had settled into the shock of the cancer… Continue reading The Enthusiast
When I was in my early teens, a book was released which seemed to absorb my mother and most of her friends. I should note here that her circle contained a large number of current or former social workers, and people involved in social welfare issues, which may explain the level of enthusiasm it received in… Continue reading Shelter
The Fairytale and the Abyss 