Chapter VI: Life in a box fort.

A moment I will never forget was looking out the window while the Baxter courier delivered my first two weeks of PD supplies. When he left, I was surrounded by a mountain of cardboard boxes. I could have built an epic fort, had I been so inclined. Sadly for the cat, I wasn’t. I remember […]

Chapter V: A paper tiger?

On the 4th of August 2016, I went to have some routine bloods before a scheduled clinic appointment a couple of days later. I felt fine and went and wandered around the supermarket afterwards. But that evening, our landline rang. It almost never rings. On the other end was a registrar from the hospital. He […]