Today is Greg’s birthday. There is no present that encapsulates what I feel about him so I wrote him a letter. As with all the best letters, there’s a lot of in jokes but basically, it’s about what love feel like.
Crying in public is just part of the job description when you are a cancer carer. It is often seen as a sign of weakness but letting out the tears – wherever and on whoever – is my way of staying sane.
Sometimes strangers on a screen are the best people to reveal your darkest fears to. A love letter to the Internet and the connections that it can create. However, once you start looking for others in pain, you can’t control what you will see.