annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So. Farewell then 2017 I'm struggling with all this festive season. I'm here on my own on NYE as Bloke went to bed hours ago and I'm too fucked up for company. This has been an awful year and I can see at least one even worse thing looming in 2018 - my brother is going down very quickly with motor neurone disease (ALS) - so I don't want to do all this, but a friend posted this list and I have done it quite quickly. My memory is total shit at the moment so I may have forgotten all sorts of key things. Hey ho.
1. What am I most proud of this year? I walked 1000 miles. In fact I walked more than that as I completed that challenge in October and kept up with the three miles a day, most days. There's only tomorrow till the end of the year. I am really proud of keeping it going, of having the progress chart filled in for every day of the year. Go me. I don't know what I learned. Did I learn anything? I'm grateful that my daughter is still alive - that she chose to keep going rather than let herself slip away into septicemia when she had the chance. Walking every day, doing yoga twice a week, dancing 5 Rhythms once a week, going to the recovery centre twice a week, painting, creating, having therapy I don't know that I have. Doing my first massive painting at the hospice carers' art group - about four foot by five foot, big. On the cold windy beach, with icy rain biting into my face God knows. By being a nicer and more considerate I don't know. Probably. I was sure my house guest from the US lied to me in the most manipulative, emotionally-blackmailing, appalling manner, but maybe she didn't. Bloke. And Son in Law, but not yet. Fuck him So much death and illness - I feel as though I live in the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I have said this before but it remains true Ah no, too hard, too much involuntary letting go approaching with the speed of light Building up some strength in my arms which have become very feeble. Being less of a cunt. Stop judging myself on who I could be if my daughter and brother weren't living with terminal conditions. Remember that I'm doing pretty well in the circs I completed my 1000 miles. This blog feels incomplete - I don't know how to write in it any more Sticking with my girl, being her champion, Letting Younger Daughter walk away a bit, which she needed to do but which kills me, like I have lost them all. I feel glad that I haven't laid any shit on her about this but I haven't faced it well, I have nothing left to face such things. I am so ashamed of how I have treated her. So ashamed. I'm sadder, much sadder. Less joy Sat at my daughter's bedside in the hospice, waiting for her to die. Which she didn't. Walking three miles a day, every day Younger Daughter - she made me feel ashamed of the things I haven't done, the many ways I failed her Up-cycled a chair - there you go - it took me a while but I found something trivial To get a puppy
I don't know - getting a puppy I guess Phoning friends and asking for help Simmering with resentment I don't know Yoga at the Buddhist Centre Sitting at my daughter's bedside I don't know I don't know - yes I do - cooking meals for my friend with cancer - all through her chemo and beyond, till she was back at work, I made batches of organic veg-laden meals - chicken soup, cottage pie, fish pie, stews, meatballs etc for her freezer so she always had somethings nutritious to bung in the microwave. I know I have received loving service this year but I always block it out (this is why YD has had enough) - I will try to remember and edit it in when I do. My internal narrative remains stuck at poor me, so all the good stuff has to slide away, which is shit I will try to stop doing Keeping myself alive by determined self care My children, my darling beautiful broken blessed children A bit more fucking optimistic than I do now
Happy New Year 11:50 p.m. - 31.12.17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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