We're twenty minutes into a brand new year and I'm sipping a glass of champagne, watching the neighborhood fireworks through the window. At midnight I kissed my son and wished him and his friend a happy new year, then I went outside to toast the universe and wish on a star. Staring into the night sky, I lifted my glass and shouted "Happy New Year!"
2007 was definitely a milestone year, a difficult year in many, many respects. It was also the year that I learned how truly wonderful my friends are, how people truly do want to help, and what it means to accept that help, and I learned how love and prayers for healing will lift your boat into the rising tide until you can row it yourself again.
And rowing I am, as hard as my tired body will let me. I've had 15 chemo treatments, 3 surgeries and various procedures, countless vials of blood drawn and I've grown a new liver. After a nice little break I will start chemo again this Thursday, and the following week I have to have a stent put in to strengthen places the chemo has weakened. My lungs and liver are clear, my CEA markers are a little high, but the procedure next week should take care of that.
Most importantly, I'm alive. I lived to see another birthday, the last one in my 40s. I've watched my son grow more fearless as his confidence has grown, and in nine days he will turn nine years old. I'm managing a pretty decent coparenting arrangement with Liam's father. We are blessed to be in a warm comfortable home with enough to eat and decent clothes to wear. Our Christmas was very low-key and warm and loving, and we have the world's prettiest tree. I worry incessantly about money -- my savings are gone and I still can't work full time, though I'm trying, and walking on faith that I will continue to find what we need.
But I'm ringing in a new year, filled with hope and promises of a better tomorrow. I am looking forward to my usual de-Christmasing and scrubbing the house from top to bottom in just a few days. I'm looking forward to sunny days on the beach in spring and summer, helping to put a Democrat in the White House in the fall, and turning 50 in the winter. My gratitude for my blessings is overflowing, and I count my friends in the blogging community as one of my biggest blessings. This journey would be so much poorer without y'all along for the ride.
Happy New Year is very inadequate to convey my good wishes, but I wish you peace and serenity, love and laughter and abundance in all the days to come.