I lost my fiancée to a hit and run in 1989, I had a severe breakdown and was hospitalised for six years in a psychiatric hospital, when I was released I had not faced or talked of his death...I was with him and he died in my arms in the middle of the road, no help came for what seemed a lifetime...I remained at that point in life for years until a dog came into my life...apart from with Kenny my fiancée I have never had such happiness, sheer joy of life and freedom...my dog, Peter, passed away last October, I went into a private facility as I could not cope with his death...there I was diagnosed with womb cancer, I had an operation and given all clear, now I have bladder cancer, I am facing all of this alone, my brother bless his heart keeps contact every day as he lives in Australia...my dad who had been a great friend and support died in 2003...I am living having lost everyone I love...I do artwork, I write and had my first work published. Living with loss, coping alone with it is something I find so difficult, my heart breaks every day.
