Carys was dying in my arms, and there was no-one around to help me. Actually, that wasn’t strictly true. There were plenty of people driving their cars past me, filing bumper to bumper, in a long slow unconcerned… Read More

The Wheelchair

The occupational therapist stuck his head through the physiotherapy room door. “Alison, can you bring Carys in for her wheelchair fitting on Thursday?” It was a simple enough question, not even a completely unexpected one, but my reaction… Read More