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Goodbye 2013


It's New Years Eve and finally time to say... 


This year has quite possibly been the hardest year of my whole entire life. 

I have spent in total over 20 weeks in hospital away from loved ones but especially my kids. 

I have been dreadfully poorly, collapsed at work, been blue lighted to hospital, had surgery, infections, a million blood tests and cannulations, ended up with needing to be hydrated each night through TPN and had multiple lines put in to do this. I've had a new stoma that goes crazy bonkers most of the time, had leaks, been reduced to wearing Tena pads but you know what?

I'm still here. 

And unlike other years when I've been ill, I'm smiling. 

I'm not bitter, thinking "why me?" because actually, "why not me?". I'm not allowing the past to have a hold over me anymore. I will take control and deal with everything and anything life throws at me. It may knock me down, but it will only be temporarily and I will get up fighting. 

That's not to say there hasn't been tears along the way and I'm sure next year won't be easy either with more surgery on the horizon but I feel that 2014 is going to be a good one. 


I am already planning holidays with family and looking forward to things; something that I've not really felt able to do for years. 

I feel like there's a reason I'm going through all of this. I don't know what it is yet but I believe that one day it will become clear. 

So if like me, you're looking back on 2013 and there have been some bad times, here's a thought for you...


RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

Don't bring the negativity or hurt with you. Leave it tonight with the chiming of Big Ben and be grateful that we have a fresh start, another chance to experience life and all that it brings. Life is never going to be easy but then it's never going to be boring either. 

So goodbye 2013. You've been an interesting ride but here's to 2014! 

See you on the other side!

NB x
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