I met someone today that by complete chance , whose sister had been ( somehow) ‘ inspired ‘ by this diary.
This ( high achieving, alpha female ) lady has recently accepted a double mastectomy as an alternative to an almost certain ‘worst fate’ for her and her daughters.
It made me cry to hear her story, and that somehow this diary had helped.
This diary wasn’t supposed to have a purpose, and I maintain that it still is nothing other than the notions of a guy that fell off his bike… but I’m ever so touched to hear that **** has got something from it ..
And I’m in tears again.