This year has been a real shitweasel.
It’s hard to sum up everything that went wrong here, especially because some of it happened to other people and they might want to include it in their own ‘2015 was a mythical weasel made of excrement’ posts, but as a brief guide for new readers:
I got testicular cancer, the week after I got out of hospital my Dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer, the week after he got out of hospital I discovered my cancer had spread to my lungs and I needed extensive chemotherapy, my brother was involved in several car accidents (none of his causing), I had a terrible reaction to the chemo and barfed my way through November and some of December.
A possum humped the living hell out of my roof.
It hasn’t been all bad. Before all this cancer business I got a job I really enjoy writing for radio and that’s waiting for me in the new year. My brother got a new job and I’m seriously proud of him for snagging it.
An almost literal army of people came out to back me while I went through cancer and the chemo. I have never felt so loved or appreciated by so many people in my entire life. Funds were raised, parcels were sent. Friends and family both near and distant stepped up to help me even when I was exactly zero fun to be around.
My wife saved my life both literally and figuratively.
I have no way to properly thank anyone except to say how grateful I am for everything, and how happy I am to still be here. I think I’ve mentioned this before but when they found the cancer in my lungs I asked my surgeon ‘If I was dumb enough to refuse chemo, what would happen?’
‘You don’t make Christmas’.
I made Christmas. I made New Year’s Eve. I get to see everything both good and bad that 2016 has to offer.
I’m looking forward to it.
Happy New Year everyone.