it was the night before...

1999.

I sat on a sofa with my sister in a room I knew well.

We were holding hands and contemplating the New Year. We sat in silence for quite some time. 

Time.

2000 was the year of my first craniotomy. We both knew what that might mean.

The night before 2020 is fast approaching and I am hoping it's a clear year.

For me and my family that means no operations, no deaths, no growth and nothing new.

Could we hope for a whole decade?

We always hope. 

I can see a million stars

It's almost the end of 2019.

Time keeps fighting me.

But here I am counting a million stars and knowing what joy is.

I'm one of the privileged million, billion or more.

I don't deserve it. But I am it.

Here and now, luckier than most of the planet.

What absolute bliss. Even the richest person on earth can't continuously feel this. 

The stars keep up with me tonight and if only time could stand still, just a little longer. Here and now.

Now.

Here.

The beginning of the end

For people like me, those of us with a preexisting medical condition the result of the general election was not only sad and disappointing, it was a moment of genuine fear.

We rely so heavily on the NHS and despite it straining at the seams and the waits, the delays and the under staffing, it is ours and it saves our lives.

It has saved my life in the big obvious ways and in the small ways too.

What will become of it now and then us... the first to go I suspect.

First they came for our boarders and I did nothing because I was a native
Then they came for our NHS and I did nothing because I was healthy
Then they came for our schools and I did nothing because I was confident in my children's success
Then they came for me there was nothing left to take

End of term and time for family

It is going to be a relaxing break, we have plans to wander and roam and I know we are going to rejuvenate and cherish this time.

Our Christmas tree is up and presents sit happily underneath.