Wow ... nearly a month since my last confession!
So, another year has come and gone and, as with most souls, time for reflection.
46 is awful. I mean, you’re more than halfway between 40 and 50 ... two thirds of the way to your 3 score and 10 (if you’re religious) ... genuinely approaching 50 ... fuck.
Another year of angst for myself, Donna and, sadly, my son (with plenty of good stuff to go with it), caused almost solely by his mother – a trend that shows no sign of abating at the moment. Still, he seems to be getting the bigger picture though, unfortunately, he’s losing his innocence along with it.
Christmas was good, though upsetting (you’d have to go through it yourself to understand what it feels like to spend the morning with your son only to have to wave goodbye to him for 24 hours at tea-time on Christmas Day). New Years Eve was quiet, though upsetting (yours truly being over emotional – family overseas, children ... well, not the best of situations.
Worst of all, just eleven days before Christmas, getting the phone call from my mother, letting me know she’d had a recurrence of the breast cancer she suffered just two months after moving here nine years ago. This time on the other side.
The operation was done and dusted with convalescence started before we’d had chance to sit down to an eggnog and minced pie. Prognosis is good, but I’m wary. It also brings home to me my own mortality as I pass yet another birthday (January 2nd) and brings home the fear of what would happen to my son should anything happen to me.
Happy New Year!
