In my post “The Definition Of Clutter” I mentioned that May 2012 had been a traumatic time. It was written deliberately ambiguously, not to create suspense, but because I never intended on talking about it here, at the blog.
The reason for this is because, as traumatic as it was for me – that trauma paled into insignificance in comparison to the devastation it caused to very close friends. I don’t blog about friends, but they’ve given consent to tell their story.
My beautiful goddaughter, Darcy, in May 2012, was diagnosed with ALL (Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia). The decluttered train ticket, I spoke about in that post, was taking me to Birmingham Children’s Hospital.