A good friend.

I mentioned my friend Caroline a little earlier and I need to say something about her. She hates hospitals - has a real phobia of them - but she was such a support to me during those early days at Birmingham. She put aside her panic to be with me and I can't thank her enough - I don't think I ever thanked her properly. She drove me up and down the motorway when I wasn't fit to do it myself and she even accompanied me on a mission back to the children's ward at our local hospital to retrieve one of Emily's baby blankets. Emily had been sick on it the day she was diagnosed and it had remained under the sink in the sluice room for several more days. She must have thought I was nuts to contemplate a round trip of over 100 miles to find a stinky blanket, but in my odd mental state at the time I just had to get it back. She never once commented on my madness. Bless her!