Last night, I met up with a family member I haven’t seen since I was very young. Cathy is my mum’s cousin, but she could easily be mistaken for her sister. Not only do they look a little alike, they share many of the same traits – big hearts, a desire to help others, full of joie de vivre and a drive to keep family members all over the world connected. It often felt like being with my mum; not least when she sprinted across the restaurant to ensure she was paying the bill after just telling me about her gammy knee.
As we were strolling around Earl’s Court, Cathy told me that she reads my blog every morning. Being halfway across the globe, it’s the best way to keep up with everything that has been going on in my life and to learn about myasthenia which she hadn’t heard about before. I’m really touched by the fact that she’s taken an interest and that I’ve not bored her away by now.
Even better, darling Cathy has been quizzing medical professionals she meets if they know about the condition and even encouraging her grandsons to learn about it.
For that commitment and compassion, I’d like to say a massive thank you. I’m glad I had the chance to meet you properly and I hope to be able to connect with more of my Canadian relatives through you.