I realise the title of this post is likely to raise a few eyebrows at the very least, and perhaps it will even cause some to say ‘illness, an illusion? I think not!’ in some indignation so I’d ask you to hold off on a reaction while I put the statement into context.
I’ve been waking early over the last few weeks, a combination of being too hot in bed and a mind full of thoughts has kept me wakeful, excited I admit, but wakeful nevertheless. This morning it seemed the right thing to do to just get up instead of fretting and fussing and hoping I’ll go back to sleep.
Back when I was child I genuinely believed that when my mother kissed my knee to make it better, she did actually do that. And as I grew older although that belief faded away in the light of the obvious ‘fact’ of the medical model, it never truly disappeared. Time and again I would reflect on what it meant to be healthy and when my own health challenges began in my mid-teens, some part of me always knew that my mother’s kiss held meaning.
This week, I’m in conversation with prolific short story writer Patsy Collins. Patsy has written over 700 short stories for UK magazines. On top of that she has written five novels, two non-fiction books for writers and published 18 collections of her short fiction.
Jenny looked down and gulped.
It was higher than she’d expected.
Becky Danks is a creative writer and book reviewer based in London. She has previously organised a UK and Ireland-wide charity writing competition and loves to discover exciting new voices.
I had my appointment with the breast team on the 19th July. After being told off by the surgeon for not having mammograms, I was then subjected to the examination itself which was excruciating on my right breast because of the lump. It had already reacted badly to the surgeon’s examination and was definitely not a happy puppy!