I spent almost all of November and December 2020 in hospital. A couple of acute admissions (extreme unmanageable pain), a biopsy (took 5 days, rather than 4 hrs), and my debulking op (15 days, not 7). I was finally discharged on 22nd Dec with two carrier bags of medications, a new stoma and a nasty vomiting habit.
I don't remember Christmas. Not a thing.
Or any of January, February, March... I went from being super-sharp to plunging into a rapid-onset, heavy depression. I think my overworked, depleted, medicated brain just stopped trying to retain experiences and make new memories. But 'missing' Christmas really bothered me. I don't have a huge family, so mostly look forward to spending the festive season with my partner, and our cats, with nice food, decorations and tiny twinkly lights everywhere. But. I couldn't cook. Or stand up. Or eat. Or decorate. Or remember anything. My partner worked so hard to try and create a normal christmas amidst the f*cking chaos that my diagnosis had brought into our lives. But I couldn't process it. We even tried to have a second go at Christmas in February apparently, but I don't remember that either.
So, this December, this Christmas, we have gone full out - There are 3 heavily decorated trees, my wonderful OH has strung lights outside the entire length of the house, and all around the garden, I've created an enormous garland of greenery and giant silver baubles over one fireplace, and a cheeky bunting of tiny multicoloured baubles over another. Just the act of decorating trees, handling the baubles, and sharing these experiences with my amazing Welshman, has sparked creativity in my treacle-brain. I was able to draw all my christmas cards, and make gifts for our nearest and dearest.
Yesterday was a joyous revelation. We cooked and ate a traditional Christmas dinner together, snapped crackers, drank bucks fizz, had wonderful zoom calls with all the family, overindulged in dessert, watched a bit of Strictly - all very normal, typical Christmas stuff that hundreds of thousands of households do - but it was very emotional because I think this time, I have been able to make some of those experiences stick, and reclaim Christmas and that warm fuzzy feeling - the joy of sharing, of giving, of family.
So this might all sound bonkers (and long-winded, sorry); I know that some will wonder why this is a such big deal for me, but if I can reclaim Christmas, I can reclaim some normality. I can start to reclaim my identity, my life. My Welshman and I can reclaim the future we have left together. So, this Christmas has been such a unexpected blessing, and I feel more fortunate for this gift than for any others I have ever had.
Wishing you a gentle, happy Christmas and a peaceful and healthy 2022.
Testarossa71 xx