Summer was not how I had hoped it would be. The last 8 weeks have been a blur of tears and fear and hope and more fear.

We're all still here, but life is not what it should be for any of us. We're grateful for it though. We're grateful for any time there is.

I want to come back here, but the words I want to write at the moment are not words that are just mine to share.

It's not all tears though. Laughter will always be the most wonderful thing that I share with my Mom. And we still share it. Against the odds and often with Dr's looking at us as though we must not understand just how serious this all is. But Mom and I can always laugh. If we don't, I think we might drown in our tears.

In two weeks time I'm exhibiting at the Great Northern Contemporary Craft Fair in Manchester. So that's what I'm focusing on.

That, and the fact that time is so important.

I just wish I could slow it all down.