So after a company went bust on us in January 2013 owing us £90k and in the process nearly sending us under as we're a small company, the remainder of the year was a real struggle. A miscarriage thrown in for good measure in the Summer was very testing also, so I can remember very well the way I was going on and on about how, for once, I was going to celebrate New Year and say goodbye to 2013. Then my Dad went into hospital out of the blue on 27th December and on the early evening of New Years Eve we were told at Arrowe Park Hospital that he had lung and bowel cancer. 2013 really did f**k us over until it's very last.
It's been another horrible year. Chemotherapy and major operations to his bowel and liver and just all round general worry. Throw in another miscarriage and it's fair to say that 2014 has been horrible too.
But at least it's had its ups.
I'm typing here after my Dad got the all clear last Friday and me and Linzi are expecting our second child next June and it's fair to say that I can't wipe the smile off my face.
It's been mad. Whilst I'm not naive enough to think that it cannot return, for now, we all look forward with no worries and we can all smile and crack on.
If you've ever passed any regards on here to Dad, and a lot of you have, I really do appreciate it and it was good to read during hard times.
Thank you very much. I really mean that.
The last two years tried to do us so hopefully 2015 will be on our side if it knows what's good for it.
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