Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Tim in Fiesole - our 30th wedding anniversary It's now over seven months since I took part in the desert trek and, still, when I think of that time I smile. I can't quite remember the physical difficulty of walking in such intense heat, or how the smell of the portaloos made me retch. What I do remember is the laughter, the smiles, the comradeship. I set out to raise money by punishing myself. Well, I certainly did that. What I didn't expect is that I would make new friends, that I would sign up for other challenges, that I am strong. When Tim was diagnosed with a brain tumour, a few people told me I was brave. When he passed away, it seemed to be the thing to say. I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't being brave at all. What do you do when a loved one needs you? It's not bravery that makes you stay. It's love. You have no choice but to go on. I didn't warrant or deserve to be called brave . I was scared, terrified. I can't tell you how the anxiety