I wasn’t sure what to write about this week. Not because I have nothing to say but because too many thoughts are popping into my head that could be expanded on that it is hard to concentrate and give each thought or idea due attention.
I could write about how awful it is that people continue to die from breast cancer every day. In the past two weeks, two people, one high profile, Emma Hannifin and another I followed on Instagram, Erica @responsil3. Both are young mothers with some much left to give in this world.
I could describe the inconsequential week I had when all I had to worry about was having car trouble plus a sick child who needed a bit of tender loving care for a few days and how I felt a bit discombobulated by all the ” interruptions” to my plans for this past week.
I could also write how guilty I felt because I couldn’t exercise properly this week due to the above ‘interruptions”
I could write about seeing the deep sadness in the eyes of a woman whom I met today, when she told me the treatment wasn’t working.
Today I choose not to write about them because in the past couple of weeks I have reached the tender age of 50 years old. Back in 1999, reaching 50 years of age was a huge milestone for me. At the time I would have settled to reach that age. I can’t believe my good luck that I am still alive today plus feeling reasonably well considering all the various treatments I needed. I am also mindful of all the people who I have met and who have sadly died over those years. This year is hugely significant for me in so many ways and it deserves celebrating but I don’t want to flaunt it in the face of so many who are living in a cloud of uncertainty. Instead of having a huge party I am having a series of weekends away during the year to mark the occasion. So, this weekend we are heading off… Hubby, myself and the two kids.
One of my sisters gave me the above picture… A well known saying.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain” Vivian Greene
I am so, so grateful… Inside I am dancing