What A Difference A Year Makes

Today, 14th December, is the first anniversary of my husband’s mini-stroke.  On this day a year ago as I waved our daughter off to school wearing her Christmas Jumper, my husband was in our shower room having a “funny turn”. In true tragicomedy style, a man was downstairs…

The Big C – A Personal Story

Twelve years ago my mother was diagnosed with bowel cancer and told to make the most of the next six months.  She was just shy of her 60th birthday and in cancer years this was considered to be young. My husband and I had just celebrated our marriage…

The Wonders Of The Barre!

If you want to tackle your bingo wings, saddlebags and the dreaded pooch then maybe barre classes are what you need. Don’t panic if you are rhythmically challenged, even though the origins are in ballet, you don’t need to be a budding Darcy Bussell to benefit from the wonders…

Facing The Menopausal Madness

An excerpt on the menopause on Polyoaks, the Radio 4 sitcom, had me in stitches.  Faced with a disgruntled husband who is bemoaning his redundant sex life as he and his wife are arguing more now that she is going through the menopause, the doctor reminds him that women approach sex…

Make May Purple for Stroke

In December last year my husband suffered a stroke. I had seen the ads and read the leaflets countless times when waiting in the GP’s surgery, you know the ones from the campaign, ACT F.A.S.T, but he did not display any of those symptoms.  He had booked some…