Brain tumour awareness month
We're nearing the end of brain tumour awareness month and, to be honest, it all feels a bit raw. For today, it's two years since Tim died. It's been a tough month. Training has been slow. My writing's felt wooden. I've suffered from insomnia and managed on nights of four hours' sleep. Needless to say comfort eating has returned, shaking hands, racing heart and all the other things that go with grief and anxiety. But I'm determined to get back up again. I'm better than this time last year. At least I've managed some walks - not as many as I'd scheduled and my longest only seven miles - but it's a start. I'll get back on the diet as I know I feel better for it. And I'll try to shrug off March and make a note for next year not to plan too much because it might be a tricky month. I'm looking forward. Trying not to look back. This time next year I'll be fit enough for the trek. My new hiking boots will be worn in and my supplies at...