Before Her Diagnosis you didn’t know it, but you felt like that smug bastard, the biblical one who built the house on solid ground. Or that other, the bridegroom, blessed with the helpmeet who kept the lamp topped up with oil. You didn’t know it was possible to build a house in an hourglass, let alone pitch a tent in such a dodgy spot. … Continue reading ‘Before Her Diagnosis’ by Marie Naughton