I have received cards from: erikaj, JenP, Laura, Kat, Pix, aurelia, sj, DavidS, flea, java cat, and smonster.

The cards are hanging from a cord along my mantel. They brighten the room, and have cheered me up through this season.

Thank you all, very much.

YAY! I also got cards from java cat, Laura and I can't remember who else. I owe a card which I'm working on making and should have finished tomorrow.

Well, 2022 feels like it was mostly a positioning year. In early 2023 I have high hopes of work advancement and I have plans (make God laugh—make plans) to get back into some astronomy stuff I enjoyed and found a local group to do it with. So, I’ll be social, but mostly in the dark. That sounds pornier than the likely reality, but that’s the story of my life.

This past year I got a new great nephew, who is all kinds of adorable. I got to spend time with my family and enjoy their group conversion from mildly conservative to fairly liberal (by US standards). So many conversations are no longer off the table. The cats continue to bring joy every day. I have friendships that are decades old with people who still want to hang out with me. While I’m not wealthy, I feel profoundly rich in many of the ways that matter.

I’ve gotten cards from dcp, Calli, Jesse, Java cat, Jess, Laura & Brendon, Kat G, askye, sj and more, and I’m treasuring every word and every pixel of affection even as I hate this year. I’m still grimly repeating, “There’s got to be a pony,” but it gets exhausting.

I’m very much looking forward to this year being over, and I’m very much hoping for a kinder year for myself and those I love.

I haven't posted anything in this thread for a couple of years because I've had no energy for it, but I'm ending this year feeling better than when it began. Obviously, there's much to worry about, including my love of all of you and worries about your health and my knee and money and the state of the world, but I don't want to dwell on that, and since I know we also need to hear when there's a glimmer of light, I'll share a little of mine.

The big thing for me is my dad. This time last year, he was sinking deeper and deeper into dementia, and I was trying to figure out how I was going to keep him safe when he was hellbent against moving into any kind of assisted living. Then, like a miracle, his neurologist prescribed two medications — first one, and then the second a couple of months later — and my father emerged from the mists. He has his sense of humor back, and he can do simple things, like manage his pills correctly and keep track time and place. He no longer calls me from Florida wondering where I am, and he remembers things like birthdays. The damage from years of micro-strokes did irreversible damage, and I will always have to take care of his finances and go out to check in on him regularly, but I'm no longer in a state of constant panic/despair worrying about him. The meds are working in a way his doctor says only happens in about 20% of patients, and I am deeply, wholly grateful.

My mom continues to be in good health, overall, and I loved having her out for Thanksgiving. Poor thing just got over having Covid twice (she rebounded less than a week after she tested negative the first time), but she's in good spirits and very happy to be testing negative again. I'll see her in a few months when we meet in Tucson to visit my aunt, uncle, and cousin. My aunt has been really sick, and I haven't seen her since 2019. I'm really looking forward to that.

Work is going well for me. I have carved out a safe niche and found my place at my school, and my journalism program is thriving. I still lose sleep over yearbook deadlines and teenage shenanigans, but I am happy there. Oh, and apparently my work teaching healthy competition and collaboration in high school is being featured in a book coming out this year? A journalist came to my school to research it last year and spent some time with my students and me, and now I'm an entire chapter in this upcoming book. I'm bemused by that whole situation, though gratified. Imposter syndrome kicking in a bit, but I'm trying to let it be what it is.

For the first year since 2019, ND's business has been healthy. We have a long road to recover from all the debt he took on to keep his employees through the dark Covid days, but the company is doing well, with new clients and a great staff. I'm so proud of him for everything he's done to fight for his employees and his business, which we honestly didn't know would still be around a couple years ago.

I've also made time for some adventure in the past year, from running away to Tulum with erin_obscure to snorkel and swim in cenotes and dive with turtles to taking quick trips with ND, including the one we are returning from now. We went back to Maui for the first time since we got married there in 2010 (guys, our 13th wedding anniversary is next week ... OMGWTFPOLARBEAR). Our friend Paul has a condo in Maui, and he gave it to us to use for three nights for just the cleaning fee, and ND was able to use Hertz points for the car. We used our Alaska companion fare for the plane tickets, so a pretty economical trip! And it was wonderful to spend a couple of days there together.

We also added a huge galomph of a puppy to the pack. Book is almost 9 months old and full of mischief, but he's a big sweetie and will be a great dog. All the other beasties are hanging in there well and providing lots of snuggles.

I continue to be so grateful for my community of friends, both IRL and online, and I wish you all good news and health in 2023. And when things are hard, as they are right now for some of you, please know you are never alone. Sending love and light to you.

Happy New Year!

I've made it to 2023. I admit to some surprise.

The good news is, little has changed. My cancer is well controlled, as are blood pressure, cholesterol, and diabetes.

The bad news is, little has changed. The medications I take to keep the cancer subdued have significant side effects. Fatigue is high, strength is low, stamina is low. Metabolism is low. Energy is low. Attention span is short. I have trouble remembering things.

Lymphedema in my feet and ankles comes and goes.
Neuropathy in my toes, feet, and fingers comes and goes.
Rage comes and goes.
Tears come and go.
Depression comes and goes.

The kilograms come and don't go.

I might make it to 2024. Or I might not. I dunno.

Make the most of each and every day.

{{{dcp}}} (fancy brackets, for the new year)

Hugs, dcp. Thinking about you.

dcp, that’s tremendous that you’ve kept the various issues under control. We are very glad you’re still here to beckon forth 2023! I sure hope the side effects decrease and you’re able to pull out many, many moments of joy in 2023.

Pix, I’m so glad to hear the meds your father is on are working their magic!! What a huge quality of life difference it is for both of you!