Normally I would start a Monday Magic whilst sitting with a cup of coffee on a Monday morning. But since I was last here, I have been found lurking in hospital corridors again….when a nurse pal texted me last week saying she hoped the picolax (medicine used for bowel clearance!) wasn’t too awful, my response was it wasn’t awful enough as I had to go back for a repeat run. So the weekend has seen me on clear fluids and then foul fluids (a different, stronger bowel prep), and another admission this morning. Several nurses looked at me and said that I looked familiar….well let us just say that i will be even more familiar as we go for the third time lucky. Aghhh….I keep telling them that my gut is also affected by dodgy connective tissue, making it resemble baggy tights!
Enough of that…..there have been some really lovely, inspirational moments this week too that have not involved hospitals or drugs. A Performing Arts Evening hosted by my Alumni committee, where some very talented people from across the generations and the disciplines spoke and performed with such passion and dedication. Actress Molly Hanson left us in no doubt just how hard it is to break into the world of acting, the hard graft required at drama school and then the months spent doing any job to pay the bills. But the elation of winning an acting nomination recently made it all worthwhile. Amongst this week’s blogs is one that Molly writes with student Isobel Thom (see previous post about Izzy here).
Beautiful young actresses Molly and Izzy
Young singer/songwriter Josh Selimi is currently studying accounting whilst looking for an agent and promotion, whilst at a very youthful 90, Bob Barter stole the show when he took to the keyboards and entranced us with his jazz.
The following night we were treated to a performance of The Adams Family by our daughter’s and eldest son’s schools. Staged in a local theatre, these young people sang, danced and acted their hearts out – whilst many are studying for GCSEs and A levels.
The middle child celebrated his first birthday away from home and was in full student mode outside a pub by midday. He actually hung up on his mother when I phoned him and sang Happy Birthday….so hubby phoned straight back and sang the next line, with the eldest finishing off our little ditty! Talking of birthdays, yours truly spent the weekend up to elbows in icing and glitter creating a pinata unicorn cake for a special 6 year old.
Without further ado, please spend a little time having a look at these great blog posts – enjoy some tips for coping with “one of those days” and breaking down tasks into bay steps, and learning that laughter really is the best medicine. Enjoy!
It it the beginning of a new week and time to find some more fantastic blog posts for you. Here at PainPals HQ, I am in full throes of prep for my little visit to hospital tomorrow – and am trying to get ahead with preparations for a 3 tier unicorn cake that a little girl has asked me to make for her party next weekend. It is amazing just how definite a 6 year old can be about what they want!! My unexpected day trip tomorrow has thrown a spanner in the works and I am really hoping that I won’t feel too rough on Wednesday for making some Unicorn sparkle.
I am sure that you have had quite enough of the babble about family PainPals over the last couple of days, so I will launch straight into our blogs for the week and a post entitled “No Monday Morning Blues” seems a perfect place to start! Yesterday I wrote about Mother’s Day, but I want to draw your attention to a heartfelt post about World Childless Week. There are a couple of reviews here for you, something for March: MS Awareness month and not forgetting that this week celebrates St Patrick’s Day – Casey the College Celiac has delivered us some fab treats meaning that no one need miss out!
Grab a drink – mine is clear fluid today! – put your feet up and enjoy some great posts.
How many UK mums woke up this morning to luke warm drinks and cold toast served up on a tray with a side of daffodils? Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy! No, my lot are beyond that – in fact only one of them is here and she had to be dragged out of her pit. But we did have our 7 year old nephew staying and he was awake bright and early – Uncle Dunc’s job to play, watch Lego You tube videos and generally entertain. So I was greeted with an enormous shout of “Happy Mother’s Day, but you’re my auntie” as I entered the kitchen.
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I haven’t heard from either of the boys in person yet…they may just be emerging from their pits. The student engineer went out with his boyfriend and his parents last night, and I did try to wangle an invite too but the thought of us turning up sent him a delicate shade of grey, tinged with an air of panic! But….yesterday morning the doorbell went at some unearthly hour and a delivery arrived for me. From the politics student…for Mother’s Day. Wow!!! Very impressed with a lovely box of chocs – but what is with the note?!
All the talk of Mother’s Day on TV & radio this morning has got me thinking about some of the things I’ve learnt since being a mum….
Yes the love is unconditional and two way – until you find felt tip all over the walls, or the lovely 12 year old turns into a teen….hormones, smells, trainers, mouldy food, and you are “the worst mum in the world” – maybe a little doubt creeps in
There is no right way to do it – but there is your way (and believe me it will be different to everyone else’s!)
Parenting is bloody hard and no it doesn’t get easier….it just changes! Some days you will long for the time that your offspring was portable and could be strapped in to a carrier, rather than this 6 foot something hulk looking down on you determined to do his own thing.
An appreciation for your own mum – I’m lucky as she is my biggest supporter, has my back and is my friend. Hope I can say this about me and my girl too.
Me and my girl
Me and my mum
Breastfeeding is not the most natural thing in the world for everyone. Yes I did it people, but…..all 3 babes struggled to latch on (another design fault in my bodywork), I spent weeks walking round with cabbage leaves in my bra and got a fab dose of mastitis each time….twice with the lovely girl, was seen by every feeding counsellor under the sun and had a “let down” reflex that was so strong it even tuned in to passing lorries, leaving me with rivulets flowing down my shirt!! And….I had enough milk to feed the entire post natal class, I kid you not, even my midwife asked if I’d considered donating some (this was before the days of internet breast milk sales….can’t get my head round that). Of course now I take full credit for their combined intelligence as being completely down to my super milk and my bloody mindedness (10 months for the boys, 6 for the girl)
Just because your gorgeous toddler eats everything, including his greens, doesn’t mean he will not turn into the fussy eater from hell! And leaving him with the food in front of him or telling him you are not cooking anything else…well if he is strong willed and bloody minded (wonder where that comes from) he WILL go hungry! Even in his teens and twenties!
The playground can be even more competitive as a mum than as a child
You really can’t do it for them, no matter how hard you might try – be it walking, writing, revising, taking exams or joining the world of adults.
When this human you bore is hurt, physically or emotionally, it really can hurt you more than anything else – strange, but true!
They may only call when they need something (money, a lift somewhere), but it is YOU that they call….
Kids are expensive – a whole post in its own right!
My reserves run so deep – be it patience, impatience, anger, frustration, love – and I can cope with so much more than I would ever have dreamt possible. But I still feel like the same person I was at 22….
So I am raising a glass to all the Mums out there past, present and future….and to all of us kids, be we babes or grown ups, for being some Mum’s baby.
The winter Paralympics starts this weekend and once again my jaw will be undoubtedly hitting the floor as these athletes put themselves through feats that no human body should be exposed to. Do they not know that this poor old body has not yet recovered from the near misses of the “Big Air”, the flips and trips of the ski slopes and the drama of the UK ladies’ final Curling match at the Olympics? There is only so much stress one old girl can cope with!!
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This has been another of those medical fortnights, doing the rounds of the hospitals and doctors. I called on my very own “Dad cab” the other day and as we arrived at the hospital even he said “So which Ology are we seeing today?” to which the receptionist grinned and replied “If you’re seeing an Ology you’ll be OK”……it will only be the Brits amongst you of a certain age who will get this. So just to make sure no one misses out here is the wonderful Beattie aka Maureen Lipman:
So where were we? Visiting rheumatology on this occasion and the very nice consultant(wrote about him here!) who is still of the opinion that I’m managing my condition very well, but he will defer comments about care of the ever dislocating shoulder to the orthopaedic consultant – who I visit next week. But he doesn’t have an Ology, so it might not go well!!
Then there was the visit to Gastroenter”ology” and a young man who introduced himself as Chris and told me his dad trained at the same hospital as me at about the same time. How to make a middle aged bird feel even better about herself – and I haven’t even hit the half century milestone yet! Well Chris, actually a registrar, explained the results of the last camera which looked down my gut, and would now like to do another one from the opposite direction – oh joy!! I have to admit to being pretty impressed though when he actually rang me yesterday to confirm that the latest armful of blood I gave shows that my anaemia is worsening….and then I had a call asking me to go in for said delightful procedure on Tuesday. So yours truly is currently sitting waiting expectantly for a fed ex delivery – no not of flowers and chocs from my children….but for bowel prep from the hospital!! I know that in the 24 hours before I will only be allowed clear fluids and I have it on good authority that white wine is allowed – when the said authority called his hospital to ask if he could imbibe, he was told it was the first time they had been asked that!
It comes to something when you find yourself discussing which hospital coffee shop serves the best coffee, as Dad and I were on our way home – or when the highlight of the week is a trip out to hospital. I believe it is called the chronic life! So now back to the Paralympics to be amazed by superhumans doing extraordinary things and I will continue to daydream of flying through the air on a snow board…..
It has been a freezing week here in the UK, with widespread snow and some areas completely cut off. Now the big thaw starts….we hope! I can’t claim to have been cut off, but the cold is not the friend of my back and the titanium inside me feels as cold as the snow outside. My spinal cord stimulator has been doing battle with the chronic nerve pain in my leg and back, as is seemed to ricochet off the charts….forget pain scored out of 10, how about multiply that by 10. Even turning the stimulator up – increasing the intensity and speed of the “current” that I feel – couldn’t dampen it.
But the good news is that whilst I have been keeping warm inside I have been doing a fair bit of blog browsing and even got round to finally registering on UK blogs! I guess the next thing to do is sort out going self hosted – the student engineer is supposed to be doing this and hosting me, after all IT and software is his thing – and he has been web hosting since he was about 14. But I am just his mother….and placed way down the list of priorities!!! There are no plans in the pipeline to attempt to make my fortune blogging, but it would be nice to be able to be available for some more review opportunities…..so come on, son, get it sorted. He is currently sitting here programming and flying a drone in my lounge……aghhh mind the dog! (My video won’t work so a pic will give you the idea)
The other son has been in contact this week, but not because he wanted to make conversation with his parents…..we usually just get messages passed on from Snapchats received by the lovely girl. He wants his suit, his shoes, tie and tie pin sent to him….by this Thursday please for a formal dinner. Hmmm….I wonder if there will be a little something for Mother’s Day sent by return courier? I won’t hold my breath.
Our other family member to be happy to see the thaw is our shaggy old dog, Samson. He will hide rather than have to go outside and I am sure that the cold makes his arthritis worse. But do you think he will take his pills? We have tried burying in his food, wrapping in melted cheese, fig rolls, even inside pasta….but he is wise to it all now and will eat his food leaving 3 pills in the bottom of the bowl, with not a tooth mark on them!! Suggestions people – he is on doggy cocodamol and Pardale V – and his cocodamol costs a damn site more than mine!!
So now some blogs for you – I have found everything from heat hacks (perfect just now), to skills we mustn’t lose (please, please let me know how you score…and if you have tapped a tree!), to making fashion accessible. Sustainability is very current and we can probably all pick up some tips to change our habits, and if you are planning a UK or European city break don’t miss The Style Thread. The final post in an invitation to a special virtual coffee morning on International Women’s Day – join with bloggers globally to celebrate.
This is actually a poem that I wrote over 14 years ago for one of my closest friends, who had just died after a 2 year battle with breast cancer. We found ourselves in a situation that I could never have envisaged as our close friendship became one of nurse and patient. I was recognising signs and symptoms before they were diagnosed, and I encouraged her to accept a referral to my place of work for palliative care. The day that I called my consultant to arrange for her to be admitted and then called her hubby to tell him, I went home and sobbed.
The next day I donned my blue dress and I went to work to care for my patients and my friend. I was the nurse in charge and had to be professional, but after handing over to the night shift I couldn’t stop myself from begging the night girls to take good care of her. She came home the next day, a Saturday, and died at home the early hours of Tuesday morning. She was 37 and had the most beautiful smile in the world.
It is unusual for me to publish 2 posts on one day – but it is Rare Disease Day and this is another example of an amazing Zebra #EhlersDanlosSyndrome. The Lancashire Evening Post have kindly allowed me to share their article with you. To view the accompanying video to the post please visit Lancashire Evening Post
Big Interview: Swimming star Stephanie Slater opens up on decision to retire from the sport
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As Stephanie Slater succinctly puts it, ‘To look at me, you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong’.
Indeed with her almost permanent beaming smile together with her bubbly personality, the Longridge lass – who won a glorious gold medal at the Paralympic Games in Rio – does not look anything other than ‘a picture of health and happiness’.
However, the swimming sensation last week made the shock announcement that her pool career was over at the tender age of just 27 due to ongoing health issues.
It is a little known fact that Slater almost did not make it to Rio after struggling with a severe neck injury the year before.
After a series of tests, she was eventually diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) – conditions which she has unknowingly struggled with for all of her life.
Passed off by a series of medical professionals as just growing pains when she was a child, it is remarkable to think that Slater reached a level where she was considered a potential competitor for the 2012 Olympics.
However, the conditions would eventually put paid to her able-bodied career in the lead up to the London Games and almost curtailed any hope she had of competing as a paralympian.
Through sheer guts and determination, Slater made it to Rio and all the pain was worth it when she returned with a gold in the medley relay and silver in the S8 100m individual butterfly.
“It was actually touch and go as to whether I was going to make it to the Paralympic trials in 2015 – I was out of the water struggling with a severe neck injury,” Slater said.
“But with rehabilitation and just basically pushing myself, I managed to get the qualifying time.
“With the amount of pain that I was in, I was eventually diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.
“The condition is to do with your connective tissues throughout the whole of your body and basically mine is faulty. It means my body is not held together like it should be.
“I was also diagnosed with POTS.
“It was that condition which kept me out of the pool and preventing me from training because it causes you to collapse unexpectedly.
“So being around a pool made me nervous because I did not know whether I was going to collapse or not.
“Both of my conditions are invisible.
“To look at me you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with me.
“But there is and it badly affects me.
“Because it’s so rare, they had not been able to diagnose it when I younger.
“I have had all these problems growing up and it was just put down as growing pains or that I had been doing too much training.
“It was just brushed off, but actually I have been battling with it since I’ve been a baby.
“It’s kind of nice in a way to finally have a diagnosis.
“At the same time, because there is no cure, it’s one of those where it’s like, ‘It’s got a name, but it doesn’t change anything’.
“I have just got to get on with it
“It answers the question of how I got the injury to my arm when I was training for the London Olympics in Swansea.
“Back then, they didn’t know why, but now there is an answer.
“Hopefully by stopping swimming now, I will stop myself from suffering any more nerve damage or even worse paralysis.
“With my neck, it’s quite fragile, so I have to be really, really careful that I don’t cause further damage.
“People can’t believe what I have achieved with what I have been dealing with.
“I have never complained about it or spoken about my condition and how it has affected me.
“At the end of the day, I wanted to achieve my goals and I wasn’t going to let anything stop me.”
There are certainly pangs of regrets for Slater that she has been forced to give up the sport she loves doing the most prematurely.
“It was really, really hard and it took quite a few months to come to the decision,” said Slater
“I spoke to a lot of medical professionals and also to my support team at British swimming.
“I had to make the hard decision to retire for my own health and well being.
“I always felt that I had a lot more left in me to give so that is what has made it really hard to stop.
“I know that it is the best decision for me and I have just got to look at what I have achieved.
“My last competition was Rio and the Paralympics, so it’s nice to think that I finished on a high – winning a gold and a silver.”
Slater’s memories of her time in Rio will never leave her and she breaks out into an even wider grin – if that’s possible – when she thinks back to her time at the Paralympics.
“It was just a party atmosphere,” she said. “The atmosphere was incredible.
“I remember doing an interview with Clare Balding in the village where all the different venues were and the amount of people who were crowding around us was incredible.
“They all wanted to speak to us and have pictures. It was amazing.
“I had been to the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow two years earlier and I was expecting it to be like that.
“But the Paralympics were so much bigger.
“Just the size of the food hall was incredible – it was like the size of four Asdas.”
Slater’s achievement in winning gold in the relay was a double delight as the team also broke the world record.
“The relay was between us and the Australians,” she said.
“That was how it had been four years earlier in London, but on that occasion it was the Australians who had actually pipped GB.
“When I dived in, I had to catch the Australian girl up.
“I just thought, ‘I have got to get the gold – there’s going to be nothing stopping me’.
“I just put my head down and went – when we touched that wall and we saw that we had broken the world record as well, it was such an amazing feeling.
“It was so, so nice to stand on the top of the podium and see the GB flag rise.
“All of the GB supporters were there with their flags and I could see my mum and dad in the crowd.
Today is Rare Disease and I have a wonderful piece for you to read about my own rare disease….I wish I had written it but another UK Zebra friend & mum, Sarah, is the author! Enjoy!
I’m not going to dwell on the detailed science involved with EDS and CMT, the genetics behind the conditions so to speak. I may get into that all in a bit more detail at a later date. I will try to explain what it means to live with them each day. Why I might look fine one day and not the next.
CMT is genetic, it has been passed to me from my mum. We were unaware it was in our family until I was diagnosed after complications having my first baby. It is thought that around 23,000 people in the UK are affected. I have a 50% chance of passing it on to my children. I have three children now, our youngest had a positive diagnosis just before her second birthday, one of the boys has a negative result and one hasn’t been tested.
CMT affects the nerves in your peripheries, your arms and legs. Our body’s system of nerves is similar to a network of electrical wires………continued
My EDS diagnosis came later, 10 years later.
At first we thought that CMT explained everything in our families weird and vast medical history but as time went on gaps showed. Rubie blessed our lives with her beautiful smile and the skills of a contortionist and we started to want answers to all of our unanswered questions. It was recommended that I see the amazing professor Rodney Grahame before my foot surgeon would consider surgery, at this point I had been reading his books to gain answers to Rubie’s gross hypermobility. After an hour and a half’s consultation I now had a shiny new badge to wear. The missing pieces of our puzzle now slotted into place.
EDS is the term given to a whole collection of inherited conditions that fit into a larger group known as hereditary disorders of connective tissue. Connective tissues provide support in skin, tendons, ligaments and bones, it is the glue that holds the body together. There are several different, distinct types of EDS, but they have some features in common, loose joints, stretchy skin and tissue fragility. I have Hypermobility Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. The exact cause of HEDS is unknown. The features suggest that there is a problem with connective tissues and possibly collagen. The condition appears to be inherited which suggests that there is a genetic cause. It is likely that there is an alteration in a gene, or several genes, containing the instructions for making connective tissue. This results in the connective tissue being less effective.
It leaves me with joint hypermobility, my joints having a wider range of movement than usual, they are loose and unstable, can dislocate and subluxate. I sublux my joints daily, this week cutting a slice of cheese I popped out my wrist and couldn’t lay on my back in bed or one of my shoulder blades would sublux. In my 20’s I would dislocate my knees on a daily basis with minimal trauma, walking into Regal’s on a Saturday night or turning over in bed. I had major knee surgery to realign things and tighten ligaments so it happens less now than before but is gradually becoming more of an issue again. As my joints are less stable they are prone to sprains and strains……” continued
This is just a small part of Sarah’s post and I would really like you to visit her as this is my story too…well at least the EDS parts including the daily dislocations, dysautonomia, pain, gut problems and in our family neck issues with recurrent migraines. All 3 of my kids have symptoms too, with the boys both experiencing dislocations of the knees in early teens, one has bizarre stretch marks on his back whilst the other has mild pectus excavatum (deformity of sternum), and one has severe migraines & I suspect a Chiari malformation. The lovely girl has chronic pain (which she deems not too bad although it is daily), dislocations and difficulty holding a pen. All three have poor proprioception (are clumsy), have snow vision on standing (dysautonomia) and anxiety…..
We awoke to snow this morning and the Monday garden did look pretty magical! But then the reality kicks in as we don’t do snow well here in the UK and by mid morning the rail companies were already announcing changes and cancellations to timetables tomorrow. My girl and her friends are dying for the snow to continue so that they have a snow day tomorrow – it is bitterly cold, but I’m not sure if there will be enough snow for no school.
My morning has been spent with another hospital visit: picking up results, being booked in for more investigations and all rounded off with the obligatory vampire visit for blood tests. Apparently I’m anaemic (again) and my red blood cells are small…that is a new one on me. It did make me smile when the young registrar asked how much red meat I eat….I could hear the student engineer’s response which sure enough he gave when I said it too him later “Never enough, MOTHER!! We NEED steak every day”. In your dreams boy, unless you want to start paying more rent….
There has been a huge loss in our house this week leaving a massive void. It is a death, but not of a person or a pet. We have had to have our enormous ornamental cherry tree cut down as it was diseased and one half had already died. But we tried to keep it for as long as possible – I don’t know how old it was, but we have been her 18 years – as it was such a major feature of the garden. Now there is literally an empty void and a huge scar in the shape of diseased, raw stumps and an overwhelming that sadness that there won’t be the pink blossoms this year, or even the nightmare of the leaves in the autumn. Funny how this loss can induce grief isn’t it?! So I guess soon we will be looking for a new family member to inhabit the back garden…maybe another fruit tree, or something faster growing…..
My weekly inspiring blog posts may be coming a little to you than normal….in fact it is nearly wine o’clock here for those who enjoy a tipple, or perhaps that coffee is still on the menu. So whatever your drink of choice, sit back and enjoy a few minutes with some inspiring blog posts and a vlog this week! I will definitely be having a go at baking the GF choc chip cookies and eating them whilst reading some of your posts…..
Disclaimer: Thanks to The Book Club on Facebook, I was fortunate to be given an ARC of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. All views are my own.
When I was told I had been chosen to receive this book I was absolutely delighted – I am a huge Cathy Kelly fan and have always loved her brand of contemporary Irish female fiction. But this also comes with the possibility of being disappointed by one of my favourite authors and having to write a review!
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Ginger, Sam and Callie are three Irish women all about to reach a milestone birthday. They have never met, lead completely different lives but share the same birthday – a day on which they will turn 30, 40 and 50. Ginger is not celebrating her 30th how she had pictured it, in fact her personal life is far from anything she had dreamed of and she is now bridesmaid at her best friend’s wedding on her own birthday. Overweight, overlooked, overdressed in a hideous bridesmaid dress and single. Meanwhile Sam is planning a quiet day for her 40th birthday as she prepares for the imminent arrival of a much-wanted baby. After years of failing to conceive she is finally pregnant and feeling excited, yet terrified in equal measure when her waters break. Happy birthday, Sam! Callie is the woman with everything. She was a model in her youth and is still has beauty and poise, has a handsome, successful husband, a beautiful home and her greatest pride, her teenage daughter. To the guests attending her lavish 50th birthday party she appears to live a charmed life.
The stories of these women are written in separate chapters, each chapter titled with one of their names. So, whilst the stories are completely separate, they weave around each other as the chapters progress over the following year of the title. I enjoyed the way that the author wrote this, although I think I would have preferred reading it from a book rather than on the Kindle – just my preference as I tend to flip back in this style of writing. Their birthdays all mark a huge change in circumstance for each of them with Ginger overhearing a damning conversation about herself, Sam giving birth to a beautiful daughter and the police breaking up the perfect party at Callie’s. I am trying very hard here not to write any spoilers!
I have always the loved the passion that Cathy Kelly puts into her writing, and this book is no exception. These women become real as their stories emerge from the page and their characters grow. I don’t think that there will be a mother out there who can’t identify with Sam’s feelings of absolute fear as she takes her new born home – “how do I do this? How can I keep her safe? What if I can’t do this? What if I don’t bond? I don’t know what to do and I’m terrified of failing”. Sam has another reason that is driving her fear and this is deeply connected with her family. She has been a career woman, but not by choice, whilst her sister has a young family and seems to be the perfect mummy – their own mother is not the role model either of them would ask for, making for difficult relationships. Ginger flourishes in front of our eyes as she throws herself, quite literally, into her work as a journalist (remember no spoilers) whilst grieving friendships and the lack of a man in her life, but that is not to say it is without some tremendous lows and heartbreak. For Callie’s tale, all that I will say is that I grew to feel a huge respect for this woman as her world is literally pulled from beneath her feet, leaving her fighting for herself, her daughter and her self respect.
The chapters of the stories wind around each other like twines of ivy until there is one strengthened plant growing…a year on and an epilogue brings them to common ground. Cathy Kelly has surpassed herself in the realms of female fiction here with warmth, wisdom, tears and laughter….I needn’t have worried as it completely lived up to my expectations. 5 stars
Cathy Kelly is published around the world, with millions of books in print. Cathy is the bestselling author of The Honey Queen, Once in a Lifetime and Between Sisters, and is a No.1 bestseller in the UK, Ireland and Australia. Her trademark is warm and witty Irish storytelling about modern life, always with an uplifting message, a sense of community and strong female characters at the heart.
She lives with her family and their three dogs in County Wicklow, Ireland. She is also an Ambassador for UNICEF Ireland, raising funds and awareness for children orphaned by or living with HIV/AIDS.
Find out more at www.cathykelly.com or follow her on Twitter @cathykellybooks