2007 is waving goodbye: its pale fingers just disappearing over the horizon as 2008 blazes into view. I am thrilled to be saying goodbye. 2007 was a horrid year for me marked by docetaxel, disability and dread. 2007 wasn't just stained by cancer, it was soaked by it, drenched in it and even though I face 2008 with the same diagnosis, I feel more accepting of the future.
A New Year still holds a thrill, even after all the years I have seen come and go. The white blank page of those days waiting in front still hold a fascination. Who will remember us this year? What world will await us in December having started with such high hopes in January? Outside, in London the days are still short, grey and gloomy but in this heart, at least, hope of change, hope of simply hope burns like a candle in a windless room.
I want to revel in my family and friends this year. I don't want to take any more of my life for granted than I have already and those habits which I have, which induce guilt and shame are things I want to change and break this year. I won't pretend to be perfect, brave or courageous this year but simply deal with the obstacles as they break, like waves, before my bare feet. It may be a wonderful year: it may be a dreadful year, but for now, the future is entirely unwritten. It is a page yet to be filled with dreams.
My hand, and my pen, are ready.