New Year's resolutions

I don't know whether it's post op euphoria but I can honestly say I haven't felt this happy in years....I once asked the counsellor at The Haven if she thought it were possible to ever feel happiness again after a cancer diagnosis and she assured me that not only was it possible but that the quality of the happiness would be better and more profound than before. Hard to grasp when you're in the middle of chemo and feel as if your life is over. Having got the biggest part of the treatment over, every single moment of the day seems to have something to recommend it.

Matt and Suzanne came for impromptu supper last night which was when I realised I'd forgotton how to cook. They very bravely sat through cold, congealed, overcooked pasta with clumpy mushroom sauce followed by leftover Xmas sweets and lychees for pudding. And to be quite honest I couldn't care a less. It was so lovely to share food and trips to the microwave with them that the quality of the food seemed irrelevant. They may not agree....I did, however, spend a good part of this afternoon reading a Bill Granger recipe book - realise I will have to get back in the game at some point.

I am also so excited about the return of hair to my head (nowhere else yet - nose still drips without warning) that I have all but abandoned head coverings unless in very public (or very cold) places. I know I look like a straight cross between a tennis ball and a welcome mat (a soft and fluffy one) but again, I don't really care. Is it something about getting the unidentified object out of my body at long last? Probably.

My sister is coming up tomorrow for a couple of days to accompany me to the consultant for my path results on Tuesday and thankfully to cook for us all so I promise to look and learn...


Spent some time in hospital thinking about my New Year's resolutions which have boiled down to this:

Learn to play the guitar
The lovely and talented Steve Stanley has already agreed to give me some lessons and a new set of strings for the doggy old guitar that's been cluttering up the sitting room for 14 years...

Say yes to everything I want to do
Invited to a 50th birthday party in Spain in May where I don't know anyone except the birthday boy and as yet have no childcare but have said yes.

Get incredibly fit
Have booked cheap ski holiday in Avoriaz for 5th April - just a couple of weeks after radiotherapy finishes. Have no idea how much skiing I'll be capable of but I promise to at least walk around in the snow, go up and down in the lift and drink plenty of vin chaud - ok ok - I haven't had a complete personality change...

Say no to everything I don't want to do
Work in progress

Stop biting my nails
Dream on