I often write on this post as many have given me support .
It will be my birthday next week and I am almost tearful I am turning 51.
I wonder where my life has gone.
I remember in my twenties going to make a new life in London , I studied hard obtained several degrees but failed to have a career .
I returned back to the place I grew up in the East Midlands and became carer to my Father and steered his business from loss to stability until the business was sold .
Now as I turn 51 , I look back at the precious commodity called human life and on one hand wishing I was turning 41 and not 51.