It’s been absolutely ages since I last posted. In the world of brain tumours this means things are either very good or very bad – I’m happy to report that in our case it’s the former.
With Christmas and the end of 2013 fast approaching, it’s time to recognise the highlights of our year:
- B finished his chemotherapy
- B returned to work 3 days a week after a year off due to his illness (I know he is pleased about this, despite his claim that ‘the novelty has worn off’)
- We spent time with all of our family, in Germany and Australia
- We celebrated our first wedding anniversary
- We both turned 40 (you may doubt that this qualifies as a highlight but what’s the alternative – not making it to 40?)
I’m looking forward to Christmas which will be a quiet, small affair – just me & B. I miss family at this time of year but at the same time I don’t envy those who are obliged to race from relative to relative between bites of turkey.
I also feel a tinge of sadness as I do at all ‘events’ since B’s diagnosis – the thought ‘how many Christmasses do we have left?’ starts to creep in. At which point I tell myself ‘Get a grip, Osborne. None of us know how many Christmasses we have left’. It’s probabaly not a good yardstick by which to measure a happy life either. After a few more days of stodgy mince pies, tepid festive TV ‘specials’, The Pogues ‘Fairytale of New York’ (my most hated Christmas song) and ceaseless ads for celebrity-branded perfume, B and I will be wishing we had fewer Christmasses left, not more.