As I finally sit down to write on what should have been a joyous day after completing Step One. I am not writing about my success and this time it is nothing to do with me throwing in the towel. There is one day a year that is full of hope and promise. The first … Continue reading I was not expecting that
I had my MRI scans on Friday morning. In a big van in the hospital car park. Just as husband was saying, "when do you think you'll get the results?" as we were making Sunday dinner, the phone rang. The consultant rheumatologist was on the phone asking if now was a good time. I sat … Continue reading When the consultant rings you on a Sunday evening, your heart sinks.