A week goes by

When I was a little girl - and even a young(ish) adult - I used to laugh at my parents and grandparents when they complained that time seemed to go faster as you get older. Time was elastic, stretching endlessly when waiting for a dentist's appointment and hurtling past during the summer holidays. Now, time is still flexible, particularly when something unpleasant is in the offing. The time between 21st December 2006, when I received my diagnosis of endometrial cancer, and 27th December 2006 when I had surgery, crept by. And the few hours between arriving in the hospital on 26th December and going to the operating theatre at 9 am the next morning passed so slowly that I felt as though I had aged several years during that time.

Why am I reminiscing in this way? Well, I've just looked at the date of my last posting and discovered that it was 7 days ago. Where did those seven days go? It seems as though I just finished writing it, blinked and suddenly a week has disappeared. I've been busy, tied up with work, but surely an entire week can't just vanish?

It's realisations like this that make me realise how very important it is to live for the moment and not to put off doing things because you can't afford it, don't have time or whatever other excuse you may use. Life is much shorter than you think. If you don't do it now, you may never have the chance because life has a way of creeping up and pulling the carpet out from under your feet. So do it now, in case you can't do it later.