Cancer? You’ve got to laugh
Tiredness crept in like a warm blanket And suffocated me in sleep My bones ached, my mind was tired My will, my motivation, both weak.
A girl less ordinary
She was a bright and attractive child - a daughter to be proud of. But for almost two decades, Amy Wilensky hid a bewildering array of physical and mental tics, as well as a compulsion to hoard and catalogue junk. Now she has written a moving memoir about a life spent 'passing for normal'.