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.
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