Bridges

As I Scot New Year means a lot to me, even though I know it's no more than an arbitrary line in the sand, and not a portal to the future.

The worst thing about a cancer diagnosis is that it derails your sense of forward motion.

When I was young the future seemed to be a bridge with a six lane motorway and I was in a fast car. Since cancer it feels more like a pedestrian, rickety rope bridge. But the views are so much better, and the company has proved to be rare and very fine indeed, including Nieves, Joanne, Mary, Debs and Sue.

So tonight I take another step forward. It's no more than anyone else does, it's just that it becomes a little more difficult when the blinkers are removed!

And at the bells I'll remember the friends I've lost along the way and give thanks for those who are still with me.


Happy New Year to you and yours. Don't take them for granted!