ovarian cancer. She was 54 and absolutely not ready to die.‘You’re not to worry,’ she told us. ‘I’m going to beat this.’ Back then, I didn’t know anything at all about gynaecology – and besides, Mum was an incredibly strong woman, who always did what she said she was going to do.
Naively, I didn’t question her promise. In fact, she only had nine months left to live.I remember Mum as a real force of nature.
Open-minded, fun and a fierce campaigner, she’d often take me with her to protests against nuclear power, or for the women’s lib movement.
Leading by example, she gave me confidence in myself and encouraged me to follow my dreams.In September 1999, Mum and I went on holiday together to Barbados.
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