I just realised I'm the adult and I have to be strong. I didn't want to plod along in a numb state, I needed to be totally aware of what's going on, otherwise it wouldn't be fair.

I can plod. I can persevere in any definite pursuit. To this I owe everything.

I was without a boyfriend for along time. I wouldn't settle for going out on a date just for the sake of going out. I was perfectly content. I'd rather have that than a string of non-meaningful relationships.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

I didn't want the baby to be injured if Connor kicked or punched me in the stomach, but I also didn't want to have to tell him off for something that wasn't his fault. It was the effect of the medicine he was taking.

They've been the worst months of my life. I've been wishing my life away by constantly wanting the weeks to go by so Connor could finish his treatment.