She had been writing a diary of our travels around Turkey, the UK and US and this was being put together to present to her mother on our return home along with a selection of photos. It was a bit like writing letters, but not sending them till they made a worthwhile story. Her mother had had to be satisfied with the occasional picture postcard sent en route.
We arrived home; the doctor was visited immediately and showed considerable concern but no real diagnosis and suggested a specialist. It could be MS. She had a cousin with the disease.
She had a phone call from her brother in Adelaide. Her mother had just died from a heart attack.
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