Belated New Year Greetings
It’s almost a year since I’ve written my blog. This is a tentative return, and I’ve no idea if it’s a one-off, occasional or something more permanent.
It feels scary trying again, and have I got anything to say any more? I seemed to lose so much during the last year. Besides my confidence to drive on the motorway, some of my hair, my ability to walk very far, I stopped writing, teaching, performing, giving talks, singing, having fun, reading anything of any substance, and I don’t know if I can get any of it back.
Recently I’ve posted a couple of things on Facebook, and people immediately say oh, you’re back! But I don’t feel as if I’m back, not as I was anyway, but rather clinging on.
I came out of the awful effects of chemotherapy straight into the throes of another condition, which has involved numerous trips to a hospital in Bath, and loads of horrible tests, and it’s only in the last couple of months that I’ve felt okayish. I won’t dwell on last year, as it’s a time to look forward, but I’m not sure what I’m looking forward to!
At the moment, I don’t feel as if I want to write. It might be a new year, but there’s no new chapter one. Well, that’s not strictly true – last year was the first chapter in the life of a new little granddaughter. She brings as much joy as my big granddaughter. I’m lucky. Perhaps I should be satisfied with that for now!