The wolf is like a myth or a fable from the dark-ages. A story that was told to keep children from wandering too far from the village 'or the wolf will get you'. A character in a passive-aggressive story meant to incent good behavior, obedience or compliance to the rules. The difference is that this wolf, my wolf, is real. We've seen him. He's been to our door and, on more than one occasion, had my child in his jaws.
Read MorePicking up in the middle seems an odd thing to do, and yet to me is the most natural thing in the world. I always planned on a 'normal' life and because I am a bit of a control freak and a planner, it has largely worked out that way. Good school, good job, got married, had kids, blah, blah, blah. And then Fiona, my youngest, was diagnosed with AML at 15 months of age and everything changed. Everything ground to a halt for 6 months and everything else went on the back burner and we dealt with her critical - and it was critical - illness. Six months later we brought her home in remission - a miracle of sorts - and we tried to get on with our lives. And we did a pretty good job too. We went back to work and life carried on, we treated our brush with death as something in the past and counted ourselves lucky we had 'dodged a bullet'
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