When I was eight months pregnant at the end of May this year, I fell down the stairs and broke my leg. Two weeks later on the 16th June '11 my lovely girl KatieAnn was born and lived for just eleven hours. Now four months later I am still entombed in both my cast and my house.
I have sent you a photo of the 'blasted cast' because in the time since, so many people have spoken to me about the leg and not bothered to mention the death of my child. Both friend and aquaintance alike have used my leg as their crutch to lean on, endless conversations about my broken leg and hardly any at all about my broken heart.
On the other hand, the story of my leg and my KatieAnn are so entwined in my mind, I think I will be a little bit sorry to see the cast and crutches go. Just a very little.
I live in Cork, Ireland with my three other children and one husband, and I am very much looking forward to going for a walk on two feet. Its the simplest things you miss.