I have written before about my older daughter and how she has grown into a brilliant young woman. I am going to write about the younger one today.

She is currently 16 and in the middle of her GCSE exams.  Well that poor kid has not only had the worry of all her sister's illnesses and my depression, but she has also had to watch some of her friends suffer horribly with eating disorders.

Her reactions to all of this has been inspirational.  Even as a young child, she dealt with all her sister's hospital visits with no fuss, never being jealous of the all the attention she missed out on. She has also given me wise advice during my illness, showing a maturity well beyond her years. She has stayed strong during her friends' illnesses and has been prepared to go to extraordinary lengths to support them.

To say I was proud of her doesn't really do it justice, it is more like I am in awe of her, she really is special.