Skype Has Changed My Life

How wonderful Skype is; my eldest son and his family live in Hong Kong and I only see them once a year. We used to keep in touch by phone once a week, but you know what anathema that is for kids – then there was the cost to consider as well – and as a consequence the calls were short and sweet.

Three years ago my youngest grandson was born and he was one year old before he met me. I was a complete stranger to him and he was only just getting to know me when they had to leave. In the meantime we got Skype and that has changed my life. I spend just less than an hour with them every Sunday and it is as if we are in the same room. They just get about their normal business, coming and going, chatting and playing games with me and in the background I hear the little one’s voice, ‘Grandma, Grandma!’ – and then the top of his head appears on the screen, bobbing up and down like a demented Muppet until someone picks him up.

Last Sunday was simply the best. My eldest grandson noticed I was online and called me early. I had arranged lunch to accommodate the hour change in BST, so that the call wouldn’t clash with our lunch and their evening meal. As it was, I received the call when our lunch was in the oven and would soon be ready. Thousands of miles away my daughter-in-law was about to produce their meal and it seemed that we would have to hang up and speak later, but she said they had a cooked lunch, so the evening meal was just a snack and so they could all sit around the computer with it. I hurriedly went and gave my mother her meal and brought mine to the computer, complete with glass of wine. They had wine too and there we sat, face to face, eating our meals just as if we were looking over the dinner table. It was magic and the call lasted for about an hour and a half. I really felt I had dined with them, so thank-you Skype!


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Born in Liverpool at the end of WW2, but raised in Skelmersdale. I first studied art in Southport from 1960-63 and worked in graphic design till I married. In December 1969 I moved to Zambia with my husband and two young children. There I taught art in the local girls school, illustrated for the National Correspondence College and did all sorts of other artwork, paid and unpaid. In 1978 I divorced and remarried in the summer of 1980. In 1985 I became ill and the following year cancer was diagnosed. There was no treatment available in Zambia and so I had to go to the UK. After recovering from a radium needle implant I went back to Zambia, but 18 months later the cancer recurred and it was off to the UK again for radical surgery. This time I realised I must stay in the UK where treatment was available, so I never returned to Zambia nor my husband. A few months later I applied for a degree course, but two years later the disease metastasised and I spent most of my final year in and out of hospital. It’s been a long hard road, but I’m still plodding on and it is now 24 years since my last cancer treatment. Because of my experience of cancer and surviving against the odds, I try and help others cope with their devastating diagnosis and prognosis.

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