Today I’m feeling guilty.
What if I’m exploiting Lizzie’s illness – to give me the material to write a blog?
Am I? Maybe. Probably.
And anyway… who’s even going to want to read it?
What am I bringing to the “cancer literature” party?
Well, there is one thing which might make this ‘memoir’ slightly different.
It’s Lizzie’s sense of humour. You have to take your hat off to her, she’s managed to keep it. Even in the darkest times. And there have been plenty of those. She’s a remarkable lady, all right.
‘You’re very brave,’ I tell her again, as we’re about to go to bed.
‘FUCK OFF!’ she retorts.
I mean… I think she’s being humorous.
P. D. Clifton 
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