Hearing the click of the switch as they started treatment. I wish it on no one, not even an enemy.
How Do You Know You’ve Done The Right Thing?
I think this is a poignant question, and one I think about often; especially as a young person being without their Mum. I think a question that is good to ask ourselves when we are trying to work out whether we have done the right thing, is how do we know when we have done the wrong thing?