I have always loved Christmas, yes people, us ‘brown people’ celebrate christmas too as I so often get awkwardly asked.
This time of year is especially important for me as I have watched each season turn for the first time in my entire life.
There is a tree in my back garden which I watched blossom with the most beautiful blush pink colour when I got diagnosed with cancer in spring.
April 2018 with my dear friends Sarah and Sharan shortly after the diagnosis
It flourished in summer when I reached health stability and got married to my love and leaves fell into Autumn when my emotions released and I felt more at ease with my shortened, uncertain future.
Leaves are now rotting in Winter, signalling the end of this turbulent and transformative year heading towards new beginnings, life around the corner.
The seasons we experience here are so very magical, I am truly embracing the winter and these darker days, its sad that it takes disease for me to stop and appreciate how much of a blessing life is and how important I am to myself and others.
Our modern surroundings tell us to show and tell, spend and be excessive with food, drink and gifts which most of the time creates an empty void for many who do not achieve the ‘perfect’ christmas experience.
Achieving the perfect experience is unobtainable, it’s an illusion in our heads, created by grotesque, money grabbing retailers and marketers who I used to work for in another life.
Mine and Gareth’s subtle Christmas tree this year
This year I am full of gratitude for being here to experience this season, I am most excited to reflect upon my experiences no matter how painful and extreme some may have been.
Some miraculous lessons have come from this year and I feel cliché ‘conscious’, for the first time in my life.
I always had wisdom, I told people whats best and what to do which makes me a fantastic restaurateur, but a reflective cancer patient with a message, can it be so?
I am learning everyday, to be vocal and speak up for myself, if I didn’t get a private ultrasound scan on my neck my prognosis could have been much worse if not terminal from the get go.
I have learnt this year that I am totally worthy, my opinions, my thoughts, my being.
I have purpose and things to achieve for myself and others, big or small we are all miracles, teaching each other how to live, how to love, how to hurt and how to be, every single one of us.
Hurting has been a huge lesson for me, the pain has taught me to love harder.
We are all here on the same journey, side by side whether you choose to see this or not.
We are all here together, this disease has changed me, I needed to learn from this experience and its taught me in a short space of time what is important.
I realise how powerful my mind is, how it caused such physical panic attacks within my being from sheer fear of the unknown, it could also be a contribution to my diagnosis.
Ancient medicine considers disease of the lungs to be linked to grief and sadness, I had to explore this as I have mentioned previously I lived a significant life before the diagnosis.
I experienced my fair share of these emotions in my life from such a young age, I felt abandonment and extreme pressure to grow up and react to nightmare scenarios for any young teen.
I have been working on releasing these emotions and become more loving to myself and those around me because a life threatening disease is literally shouting at me to.
Now I’m not saying disease is self-inflicted, I’m merely drawing on my own very colourful life experiences and taking ownership.
It’s totally a control thing, I’m not in control of a lot of me physically and medically, what I am in control of is my mind and my thoughts, that’s where the real battle lies.
This will hopefully transcend upon my body and give me a chance to live and love.
Wishing you all a reflective winter season of deep loving thoughts towards yourself and others, light in darkness, hope over fear as we all look towards the new year together xxx