I did think my year couldn't get any worse than it already has been but it did last weekend. So much has happened this year much of which is far too personal for the blog. Christmas is a time for remembering and last year I walked Annie at Christmastime on slow gentle walks knowing that it would be her last Christmas with us as she'd had her diagnosis and was on borrowed time. Her bed is still at the side of our bed with the lovely quilt that Jayne from her Bag End blog surprised me with. There's Annie's dirty old flowers on it, they were her absolute favourite toys and they've been in the garden, de-stuffed and the squeakers gone but they've been washed and I can't bear to part with them. There's also her toy rabbit and rope toys which she would occasionally toss and swing about.
Then came my diagnosis in March and months of treatment with no visitors allowed in the hospital, unsure if I would survive the cancer that had also made it's way to my lymph nodes. I still feel weak and I'd dearly love another dog to walk but I can't allow my heart to rule my head.
Well, I'm not going to be all bah humbug as hubby and I plan a quiet Christmas spent in front of the TV which is not much different from our new normal. I have a piece of beef and a gammon joint cooking in the oven as we decided not to buy a turkey this year. We'll have a glass mulled wine tonight and tomorrow exchange the few gifts we have bought which I haven't even wrapped but they are in gift bags. We have plenty of good food and the freezer is full and will keep us going and we will eat well.
What this year has taught me is to know who matters the most to me and I'm so fortunate to have made some very good friends here in the blogging world and you know who you are.
Wishing you all a happy and healthy New Year. I won't be writing a review as I normally would as this year has been so effing awful.