Since the cancer and latterly, injuries from a road accident, I've become closer to my two teenage daughters. Between them they have tended to my wounds, helped wash and dress me. What has greatly helped but Maisey my Macmillan nurse, who has regularly talked to them in a most encouraging way. My family are good, though I have had differences with them. They had to understand I needed Me time; space of my own, time alone when feeling low all I wanted was companionship, just the holding of my hand when the pain got too much.
As for my father, he's dead and my mother? After discovering she tried to abort me, I asked her to go away and stay out of my life until she had a change of heart. She's still away and I am gratful for that.