The doc's put her on Prozac to help her fight her depression, and so far - Mol and me have managed to keep her off the booze. 

The medical people were stunned to discover that a case of Typhus had occurred in a major city - like London. A lot of homeless people in and around the Southbank were visited by a medical team... but no other cases were found.  

It is thought the disease may have been brought in by some poor soul who was a refugee from Kosovo. People there - or in any nation at war with themselves - have had to struggle to survive... and don't lice and disease love it when us humans are disorganised and on our knees. 
 
 

Sure, she understands.... but that isn't the same as 'not blaming' When a woman loses her child - her life is never the same again. 

Me? I still love her like crazy. Sure, the last few months watching her destroy herself on booze and madness has tainted my view of her slightly - but then she was ill, wasn't she. 

I'm not the type of guy to stand in the way of what ever she wants. I intend to help her find what-ever will make her happy, even if it ends up to be another man.  

At some point when she was ill, Van kept telling me that she needed to express herself more...  and that - in a sense - i was trapping her into my things and direction in life. 

I haven't spoken with her about this since, but who knows - maybe she needs to explore and develop her own things.

Anyway, she insisted I put up this 3D photo of a dustmite we found in our bed. You need your red/blue 3d glasses to get the best from it. 

 

Finally, Van says she wants to do the last page here. She says it's important that if anyone else out there is suffering from mental problems, alcohol abuse, or is in despair through some other reason - that she wants to make sure they don't fall down the path she went down. 

I quite liked the song I picked for this page. It sums up how I feel about Vanessa even after all these problems. 

Anyway, enough from me - I'll hand you over to Vanessa!