Week 24. Thank you 2019.

Firstly, I am well aware that I have missed a week, but over Christmas who can blame me.  So instead, here I am on the last day of the year saying thank you to 2019. 

On first glance, it might not seem, given my cancer diagnosis at the beginning of July, that I have much to be thankful for as 2019 comes to an end, but believe you me, I absolutely have. 

Lessons in life…

This has been the year when, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I have been taught the lesson about what kindness, understanding and friendship really means. 

From the regular messages I have received from people asking me how I am doing, to the meal deliveries, random presents in the post and those jumping on planes at the last minute to come and visit, I have, at times this year been overwhelmed by the generosity of those around me. 

I can be a cantankerous old buzzard, of that I am very much aware, but in that sense, I think the true meaning of friendship this year has been made even more special. 

‘Cheers’ theme tune alert…

I have also had the joy of having what were virtual strangers at the beginning of the year, since become friends, as well as the support of those around me who have shown that regardless of the time that passes, we can be very lucky in the friendships we have made over the years and the decades. 

I had a discussion this weekend with the best of friends about what 2020 and beyond might bring.  At 45 years old, I am, give or take, hopefully only around halfway through life.  The thought of another 45 years on this planet is a daunting one, but also not to be taken lightly.  There are many opportunities out there for all of us, regardless of our situations and the timestamps of our lives to date; so let us make the most of them. 

With that in mind, I thank you, each and every one of you for your amazing and unwavering support this year and leave you with the great words of Martin Luther King: 

Martin Luther King said it best…


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