Posted in Family, Personal life

A Brush with Illness

While I’m struggling to detangle her long, thick hair this morning, my small daughter reminds me that all definitions of illness are subjective.hairbrush

What seems a tolerable level of discomfort to one could cause another to hit the ibuprofen.  A stomach pain that tempts  a  hypochondriac to stalk his GP might be neglected for years by someone with an aversion to white coats, regardless of the potentially serious consequences.

We all have our strengths and weaknesses,  particular to our unique biochemical make-up.  We each have our own definition of acceptable and unacceptable suffering.  Therefore who am I to disagree with my daughter’s earnest and considered plea this morning, as she wriggles and jiggles beneath my determined hairbrushing?

“Mummy, I really think you ought to make a doctor’s appointment about the muscles in your hands, to find out why your finger keeps going in my eye.”

Author:

Optimistic author, blogger, journalist, book reviewer and public speaker whose life revolves around books. Her first love is writing fiction, including the new Sophie Sayers Village Mystery novels (out 2017), short stories and essays inspired by her life in an English village. She also writes how-to books for authors and books about living with Type 1 diabetes. She is Author Advice Centre Editor and and UK Ambassador for the Alliance of Independent Authors (ALLi) Advice Centre blog, an ambassador for the children's reading charity Readathon, and an official speaker for the diabetes research charity JDRF.

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