So, on Thursday I turned 42 – did I celebrate? Nope not really. I did go out for a carvery, and I had some yummy cake, other than that, I didn’t do much, but I got to spent the day with all of my babies, that is worth more than money or gifts. I did however get some lovely gifts and money from my family.
So – what is 42 going to hold for me – well the answer is, who knows.
My mobility more than likely will decrease, and I will have to use the super chair more, my pain will increase and I’m expecting at least one operation.
I hopefully will get my reduction and scar revision.
Maybe we will get to move house.
I will spend another 365 days with my boy, and the girlies, if I don’t kill them first, and trust me it is tempting.
I will get another 12 months with my family, although maybe not with them all which makes me sad.
I WILL loose more weight.
I know I am lucky, believe me, I wasn’t sure I would get this far after my cancer diagnosis, it could have been terminal if it had been left just another few weeks longer, however, it was caught and I am thankful every day that I have got to 42, even though I wish I was a lot younger.
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