Happy New Year! Am I allowed to say that to you seven days in? I hope so.
It’s a funny time of year because once the decorations are down, and the tree is packed away, the house looks so drab. Well, I think it does, and for the last couple of years I’ve held on to some pretty twinkling white lights that I keep out all year. Oh, I’ve had quite a few comments from visitors, but I won’t be persuaded otherwise. They cheer me up, and why not have a bit of bling to brighten up those dark, winter days? And, in a fit of madness, I’ve also decided to keep out my cute little robins that I had clipped on our tree. They add a splash of colour to our living space, which, all of a sudden, looks quite beige.
So, with that over and done with, I had a look just now, and discovered I’ve been writing my blog for four years. Yes, four years. This will be my 43rd post. I wrote the first post a couple of months after our eldest son was diagnosed with testicular cancer. At the time of writing, he was still getting over his orchidectomy, and attempting to get his head around the fact that this had even happened to him.
Our son is still cancer-free. Thank goodness. Our prayers were answered. The twice-yearly check-ups he’s given by the marvellous Oncologists at Burnley hospital in Lancashire will carry on for ten years. We don’t care about the twenty mile round trip over there, as it’s a small price to pay for the reassurance those tests bring. He was lucky – lucky it was testicular – and according to his Oncologist, if you’re going to get cancer, then testicular cancer is one of the best ones to get.
And that’s what we think about every day – how very lucky we are – not just at New Year, although that’s quite poignant, too.
Until next time