April 2008

As a middle child in a family of ten there is a sense in which you are wedged between it all; you look up, you look down and there are brothers and sisters at both ends. I remember the first time when Stephen left home to go to university. I cried. I remember leaving home to go to Spain and leaving Joe. I cried then too. Since then I haven’t been at home nearly as much I should yet there is a bond of blood and soul that keeps me bound even in the haziness of time. It is this bond that gives us clarity as we train ourselves entirely to find a cure for carcinoid. What does this mean? There will be a triathlon. We along with our friends will overcome the distance that separates us. One by one, we will finish a few of the many laps in the big race to help so many like my mother survive.