Look Out, 2016: I’m Coming For You
To put it mildly, 2015 kicked my ass.
Truly, royally, kicked my ass.
As some of you know, in February of last year, I found out I had thyroid cancer, which, um, really sucked. Since that dreadful day, my follow-up appointments and labs have been good, but as my one-year anniversary approaches, I can’t help but feel a little…anxious. ‘Tis normal, I guess.
While some may consider being thyroid-less “no big deal,” let me tell you – life without a thyroid makes you tired. Cranky. A little “off.” Physically, emotionally and yes, financially, the first half of 2015 was a big fat poop emoji. Also, being insanely tired much of the time does not bode well for being self-employed. My productivity took a nosedive while the hospital bills kept piling up.
But, yes, I am counting my blessings. I am thankful that the disease has (hopefully) packed its bags and purchased a one-way ticket to Buh-Bye Land. I’m praying for continued healing. If you’re the praying kind, I’d appreciate you putting in a few good words with the Man Upstairs for me. Thanks.
AND all of this was happening while my husband, who is one of the hardest-working people on the face of the planet, was finishing his degree and launching a new career. The man was working full-time and carrying a full load of classes while dealing with an anxiety-ridden wife and a hyper-energetic kindergartener. Not easy.
Did I mention that my daughter started kindergarten? This was a rough transition for mama. Ah yes, the school-age years have begun. I wasn’t ready then, and nearly 100 days in, I’m STILL not ready. I miss our carefree, pancake-making mornings. I miss not having to rush to get homework done EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I know, we’ve only just begun (thanks, Karen Carpenter). But it’s already going too fast.
And then, in addition to other epic mechanical failures that blessed our lives this past year, our refrigerator broke and we lost $100+ of freshly purchased food. Because COME ON ALREADY, UNIVERSE!
But still. BUT STILL. Aside from all of the blah, there was, indeed, a lot of good.
My hubster graduated with friggin’ honors, y’all. He changed jobs. Doors are opening. All good things.
In 2015, my daughter started learning to read. Real books! With real sentences! Yay, kindergarten! She also discovered her passion for musical theatre and acted in her first performance. Yay, art!
In 2015, my voice FINALLY healed, after a long 8 months post-surgery. I am looking forward to singing (outside of my shower and my car) again. Was it Nietzsche who said that life without music would be a mistake? He wasn’t lying.
My doctors finally found a med dosage that works (better) for me…there’s still some fine tuning to be done, but at least I’m not narcoleptic anymore. Yay, doctors!
In 2015, we all made a few new, awesomely wonderful friends. And who can’t use more good people in their lives?
And, in 2015, I started writing that book I’ve been trying to write for 5 years. It may take me another 5 years to finish it, but hey, at least it’s a start.
So, all in all, while 2015 left me feeling bruised and slightly battered, it also left me optimistic.
I’m praying for peace and for good health and for continued professional inspiration in 2016.
Happy New Year to you and yours, a little late!