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Here’s to 2023…



Looking back on my New Years Eve Facebook memories I spot a recurring theme. Each year I reflect on the shit time I’ve had with my health and hope that the coming new year will be better. But they never are. Every year my health seems to deteriorate and brings me a set of new challenges to deal with. But every single New Years Eve I hope that this will be the year where my luck will finally change. I continue to have hope because I honestly have to believe that one day things will get better. Things cannot always be this hard. But I’ve been thinking that for almost 14 years now and sometimes it’s tough to stay optimistic. 

So what do I wish for in 2023? I would like to spend more time at home than in hospital this coming year- something I’ve not managed to do in the last 2 years. I want the immunosuppressant medication to work; for it to keep my bowel disease in remission and ultimately remove the need for any surgery. But if it doesn’t and I do need surgery then I hope that this will be the year I finally get it after having been on the waiting list almost 2 years. I hope that I’m able to sort out some travel insurance and can book a family holiday abroad. I hope that I’m well enough to be a wife and a mum and can make memories with Hubby and the kids. I hope I can continue to face whatever my body and life throws at me and that I have the mental resilience to keep going even when times are tough. I hope that my friends and family are happy and healthy because with good health anything is possible and without it your choices in life are seriously limited. 

So I will keep hoping, praying and dreaming. Here’s to 2023 finally being the year that I’ve been waiting for for the last 14 years 🤞🏻

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