Last year, I started to write a memoir, a book about my own unusual path in life. From the contradiction of my birth, simultaneously overlapping my near death, to living with childhood rejection, to being thrown out of pubs and clubs as a teenager for perceived drunkenness, only to discover I startlingly had a liver full of tumours, to surviving life threatening open surgery, to learning to walk again, to using the lavatory independently and then to rebuilding a cottage with blood, sweat and a lot of tears. To  all of that and to go on and unexpectedly meet the man of my dreams, to becoming a wife and later…