This is embarrassing... Mum, Dads, Aunties, Uncles, and especially Daughter, feel free to never read this post... ever. I have had sex. Shocking, I know, but I've had a baby and you were going to find out eventually, so I'm going to get ahead of this thing. The problem is, when you've got a husband on dialysis, intimacy doesn't really have a place in your life anymore. Throw in a newborn and your hot sex life goes up in flames. The more I thought about it, the more I realised

Here's my story, to read will only take a while. My only aim is to make you smile Maybe I don't know why, Some will laugh and some may cry. September last year he became unwell, What it was no-one could tell. In his young life he'd come to a junction, His kidneys were under major malfunction. As his dad I assured him everything would be fine If it came to it, he could have one of mine. As weeks came and past, It was certain his kidneys wouldn't last. December arrived, so did

Today is the day Curt gets a kidney from his dad. As a loved one, all you can do is be there. This is what we experienced.

My sister and I are on a bit of a scary movie kick at the moment. We're both a bit rubbish when it comes to watching supernatural stuff, so we decided to watch them together, in broad daylight, to support each other - Our own little twilight zone team. So we started with the Conjuring set, and moved on to Paranormal Activity. I know what you hardcore scary film guys are going to say: "Not that scary..." Right? But to us, they are bloody frightening. To protect ourselves from

I don't know about other people, but for me, this whole dialysis thing is a lot like being in limbo. This may not be the case for everyone, but my husband was pretty monosyllabic before all of this, so he was never going to be the type of guy to open up about his feelings on being on dialysis. But when you're a spouse of the person going through this ordeal, that can make the situation very lonely. It's not happening to you, but it is. You want it all to go away, but you can'

My name is Morag May-Allen. I'm 25 years old. I married my husband, Curtis, in 2015 and later that year, we bought our first house together. In April 2016, I found out I was going to have a baby. It was perfect. In September 2016, Curt got a headache. This was not groundbreaking news - headaches are common, so he ignored it. After a few weeks, it hadn't gone away. Being the man that he is, Curt didn't bother going to the doctors, but I was fed up of him complaining and fallin