You know how life spins out, everything trundling along just fine, and then something really awful threatens to happen, right out of the blue?
Maybe it's a health scare, or something wrong with one of your children, parents or friends, a redundancy or relationship break-up.
Then you find yourself doing a deal with the universe. You say things like if I get through this terrible time, then I promise I will never, ever take things for granted again. I will always be grateful for the stuff that really matters, and I will be a GOOD person, for ever and ever.
(Or is it just me who does that?)
Anyhow, a few weeks down the line, the potential disaster dealt with or averted, then forgotten, and - sure enough - you're back to stressing about the things that don't matter and forgetting to be grateful for the things that are genuinely important, like your family's health, a roof over your head and food on the table.
Well, the handy thing about having had breast cancer is that you are never, ever allowed to forget. Because every few months, a letter arrives in your post box telling you that you have a mammogram, or an ultrasound or a blood test, to check that your boobs haven't decided to try to kill you again, or - even worse - that some pesky cancer cells haven't cropped up in your bones, or your lungs or your brain.
Tomorrow I have to go back to the cancer clinic for my two year check-up.
So, to distract myself from feeling terrified, I am reminding myself to feel grateful.
Grateful for a wonderful two years which I might not have had. Thankful for any more time I'm allotted which I can spend helping shepherd my children towards being proper, well-rounded and happy grown-ups, and making some fabulous memories for them.
(Yesterday, I got to celebrate my eldest turning fourteen. There was a time when I thought I might not be able to do that.)
It's also a great time to feel grateful for being sober. Because the truth is that when you drink to numb all the difficult stuff in life, you numb all the good stuff too. And I don't want to miss a single minute of it.
If you have a spare moment, please keep your fingers crossed for me.
And here's some really HAPPY NEWS! Ang75, who many of you know from her comments on this blog, is ONE YEAR SOBER TODAY! Happy Soberversary Ang. You are amazing. Have a truly wonderful day.
By the way, new on the SoberMummy Facebook page, a lovely post from Club Soda on what children say when their parents quit drinking.
(Click here, to go to the Facebook page, 'like' the page if you want to stay updated).
Love SM x
Maybe it's a health scare, or something wrong with one of your children, parents or friends, a redundancy or relationship break-up.
Then you find yourself doing a deal with the universe. You say things like if I get through this terrible time, then I promise I will never, ever take things for granted again. I will always be grateful for the stuff that really matters, and I will be a GOOD person, for ever and ever.
(Or is it just me who does that?)
Anyhow, a few weeks down the line, the potential disaster dealt with or averted, then forgotten, and - sure enough - you're back to stressing about the things that don't matter and forgetting to be grateful for the things that are genuinely important, like your family's health, a roof over your head and food on the table.
Well, the handy thing about having had breast cancer is that you are never, ever allowed to forget. Because every few months, a letter arrives in your post box telling you that you have a mammogram, or an ultrasound or a blood test, to check that your boobs haven't decided to try to kill you again, or - even worse - that some pesky cancer cells haven't cropped up in your bones, or your lungs or your brain.
Tomorrow I have to go back to the cancer clinic for my two year check-up.
So, to distract myself from feeling terrified, I am reminding myself to feel grateful.
Grateful for a wonderful two years which I might not have had. Thankful for any more time I'm allotted which I can spend helping shepherd my children towards being proper, well-rounded and happy grown-ups, and making some fabulous memories for them.
(Yesterday, I got to celebrate my eldest turning fourteen. There was a time when I thought I might not be able to do that.)
It's also a great time to feel grateful for being sober. Because the truth is that when you drink to numb all the difficult stuff in life, you numb all the good stuff too. And I don't want to miss a single minute of it.
If you have a spare moment, please keep your fingers crossed for me.
And here's some really HAPPY NEWS! Ang75, who many of you know from her comments on this blog, is ONE YEAR SOBER TODAY! Happy Soberversary Ang. You are amazing. Have a truly wonderful day.
By the way, new on the SoberMummy Facebook page, a lovely post from Club Soda on what children say when their parents quit drinking.
(Click here, to go to the Facebook page, 'like' the page if you want to stay updated).
Love SM x
