The part of me that wants a generous donation to the cause is at war with the part of me that wants a block of chocolate and six hours in my PJs in front of Netflix. When did I lose my love of nightlife and fundraising galas and dancing? I used to lose myself in the rhythm of music, not long before I lost myself in a different way to Cam’s illness and the baby I will always wonder about. Is my spark ever going to return?
