And I didn’t celebrate last night, but I did get some sleep! I fooled the crazy old Chief dog into thinking I was asleep on the family room couch by leaving a bed pillow and blanket there so that if he woke in the night he didn’t panic and start barking. Luckily his eye sight isn’t the best, lol.
Yes, I know it’s a lot of silliness to go through for a 15 and a half year old dog, but getting to sleep in my own bed all night without 2 a.m. barking was so worth it. Tonight I’ll try for two days in a row!
My New Year’s Eve hair, still crazy after all this year:
I’m feeling very optimistic lately. I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it’s for a variety of reasons. I’ve given it some thought, because I haven’t always been a really upbeat person. I can have a somewhat sarcastic, self-deprecating view of life. In fact, many people in my family use humor as a defense mechanism.
But last year on January 1 I was bald (pretty much everywhere), I had a sinus infection and one more chemo treatment to face. We had a big trip planned with three of our children for hubby’s birthday at the end of January and if they couldn’t/wouldn’t do my treatment the first week of the year because of infection, it might have pushed everything back. And, tired as I was, I didn’t want to ruin all the plans we’d made and miss the trip. It all worked out. I got on the plane with my fake boob and my fake hair and it was fine. More than fine, really.
This year I feel pretty great. I’m not bald anymore and I got through the holidays. I had a wonderful time. I’m grateful to have my energy back and be able to do whatever I want. I’m mostly just grateful to be cancer free and alive. Does that sound overly dramatic? Maybe…
Yes, I know our country is in a mess and my state in particular (Illinois) has more than its share of problems. It’s winter and for my neck of the woods that means cold and snow. Today our expected high temperature was three. Yes, three degrees F. with wind chills that make it feel like minus 20 degrees.
But looking ahead is still exciting to me. 2018 brings another 365 chances to live life to the fullest, make a difference, make some changes. I don’t have any really lofty goals. I want to remain positive, roll with whatever life throws my way and be grateful I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, enough food to eat and more opportunities available to me than so many people in this world. I want to keep exercising, use my creativity and volunteer some of my time. And I think I have my bout with breast cancer to thank for that perspective.
I guess dealing with a serious disease will do that to you. As will living more years than I want to admit! I’ve learned that sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes they seem worse the more we dwell on them. I’ve learned that when I look around, there is always someone carrying a heavier load than mine and that always makes my problems easier to bear.
And I will always have hope that things will get better. Life is good. Happy New Year, my friends!
Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and are getting ready to welcome 2016. I’m kind of glad that things are getting back to what passes for normal at our house:
Sunday, I tripped over my son’s bulldog, Tank, who sneaks up on you like a ninja, and bumped into a cabinet, luckily protecting my injured knee but now sporting a lovely bump on my forehead…
J.P. has been busy rearranging my Nativity or what he refers to as “Jesus’ barn”. Some days the figures are all lying down around the stable, sleeping, or perhaps the victims of some dread disease… and some days the people are crowded inside while the animals take care of Baby Jesus. The set is an old one from Christmas Around the World, if anyone remembers that company that did home parties years ago. They’re glass, but as long as he’s careful, I don’t mind. He’s very precise with how he arranges them and it took me awhile to convince him that the Three Wise Men, Joseph and the shepherd were really men, even though they wore long robes and head coverings…
Our musical Seiko clock still plays a Christmas carol on the hour but I’m about ready to go back to regular music…
Back to physical therapy on Tuesday. This is what that medieval torture machine looks like that they have me work out on:
We’re going out to dinner on New Year’s Eve and then to a friend’s house to play cards and await the New Year. It’s a tradition we’ve observed for several years now and one we look forward to — and I think my kids are happy to celebrate on their own!
This week I have some reviews and book release bashes coming up that I think you’ll like…