I don't know how I managed Christmas last year. I can't remember much about it, other than waiting to go into hospital rather overshadowed everything else. I seem to recall that I didn't bother to do much in terms of 'celebration', didn't send any Christmas cards, only sent gifts to essential people in my circle of friends... And even then, there didn't seem to be sufficient time available to address everything.
This year, I've dealt with sending out large numbers of Christmas cards, visited the post office on several occasions to send off packages (carrying them in a backpack and walking there rather than taking the car!), hand delivered local cards and packages and walked the dogs while doing so!
Am I tired? No, not in the least - not in the mind-numbing way I was tired twelve months ago. If I'd known that I'd feel so much better, I wouldn't have been nearly so worried about having surgery and radiotherapy. My life has been transformed - so, if you've been advised to have a major procedure and treatment, look at me; this time last year I could hardly get out of bed. This year, I have more energy and optimism than I've had in a couple of decades.
Yes, medical communication could be better; yes, there's a risk that you'll pick up a horrible infection in hospital; yes, when you feel up to eating, hospital food is disgusting and it'll probably make you sick because of the anaesthetic, but - and I can't believe I'm saying this! - it's all worth it!
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