So this is it. Xmas on my own. I survived the breast cancer
surgery and will hear at the beginning of January what further treatment is needed.
Still a little sore and somewhat wobbly on my feet, but generally in better
shape than perhaps predicted – physically that is.
Mentally I’m a bit of a mess. I decided months ago that I
needed to be on my own at Xmas, that I wouldn’t be good company for anyone –
and now that the time has come, I’ve just got to get through it. A painful reminder that all that has happened this year has been wrong. So wrong.
GadgetMan just had backache last Xmas but was dead six weeks
later. So wrong.
I have had to go through diagnosis and surgery without him.
So wrong.
Now Xmas on my own. So wrong.
We never made a great thing about it. We were both
non-believers. We just quietly enjoyed the time with family (either his or
mine). It felt safe, secure, comfortable, right. This year it’s all so wrong. There’s
nothing more I can say.