happy birthday

Each time, each time, each time for so many times. 

I wonder and I know there's no point

But I wonder

seeing your mum again

I was telling my friend Tabitha about my mum and how wonderful it was to see her happy because she was doing what she does best .. helping the vulnerable. Those who don't know how to use their voice. The people who are scared, or scared - are those two words spelt the same? 

I'm not quite sure why I mentioned her age, but she lit up. She didn't know that my mum is 70. It was like she saw a future she didn't know could exist. 

My mum inspired her.

My mum inspires me, I'm so proud to call her my mum. 

I hope she keeps making a difference because that's what she was born to do. And in my own way I'm following in her footsteps. 

My dad was an inspiration too, he kinda had no choice. I was worried I might have lost my mum to his illness. I think we nearly did. But I see her again. I see her recover. I see her finding herself again, after many years being a person who she was obligated to be. 

The joy of joy 

Welcome back mum

the good news

The journey, not the destination. I'm certainly always on one. The twists and turns. Right now I'm back in a lovely bit of road, it's pleasant enough, no real bumps to speak of.

So this next 6 months is as set as it ever can be. It's what I needed to hear. It's been a stressful year and I needed to know the magic of Malawi isn't the only reason I'm safe, maybe for a little while longer. 

VHL isn't what's going to cause the bumps for a while. I hope