I (vaguely) remember the days when the fear was brought on by too many vodkas of a Saturday night. These days it feels like the fear is never far away, but it’s brought on by something entirely different. The cough. A simple huff or puff is all it takes to … Continue Reading What’s a weekend without the fear?
My amazing, brave, salty sweet daughter, Eva, will be 2 next month. Eva was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at just 3 weeks old – a day that struck fear in my heart and a knife in my stomach. A day that changed me and my family forever. I’ve started a … Continue Reading Not sure why, but today is the day.