Last day of the year

December 31, 2014

Wednesday is chemo day.

But not today.

I’ve got this week off and I’m sitting on a deserted beach with a coffee and the paper, reflecting on the year and hoping the next is a bit brighter!

Hoping — but knowing that the next year of my life is pretty much being decided for me.

At the end of each doctor’s appointment they make another one for me and I never really get to pick a day and time — I’m pretty much told when I’ll be back. I guess that’s how it’s going to be for at least the next 12 months and I just have to suck it up!

We have been coming up to Seabird for about the past four years around this time. It’s the most amazing place and we have our friends the Foggos to thank for introducing us to our new summer home — even if we only call it home for a week at a time.

After an hour’s drive we arrive at the boom gates — they lift up and somehow magically your troubles dissolve for just long enough. Long enough to enjoy each other’s company on the beach in the morning, around the pool in the afternoon and at the crest of the beach at sunset.

This morning I took the chance to stroll along the beach up to the café to get my morning coffee fix. The wind was howling and as a result no one was on the beach — I had it all to myself for a while. The peace and quiet was refreshing.

Cheers to the last day of the year and hoping we all find a bit of peace and quiet when we need to contemplate life and how we are going to take on the next hurdle put in front of us!

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