Once again, I realise that it’s nearly Chrimbo, and I am behind on sending greetings to my friends.
You must forgive me. Living where I do, it’s quite easy to forget that it even happens. Apart from the legions of friends who travel off to exotic places where Christmas is a wonderful experience — New York, London, Lapland (huh?) — and then come back and bring me chocolate, and the almost deathly silence from our O/S office, you wouldn’t know it was any different.
In fact, before i began blogging, i don’t think i ever sent a Christmas card in my life. Maybe one or two. But not many, and certainly not regularly.
Anyway, that said, this post is in lieu of a Christmas card to my wonderful readership and blogfriends. I was going to write individual messages to all, but then something came to my attention which has dampened my somewhat exuberant spirit.
My friend, Minerva, has been a very good friend to me since i began blogging nearly two years ago. I stood by her, even went to visit her in London when she’d had chemo, and then later, when she was post-op, in hospital.
I rejoiced along with her and her legions of fans and friends, when she was pronounced free and clear by the doctors.
Unfortunately, lightning has returned to strike twice. Minerva has cancer again, having beaten the first round. And this time, it’s inoperable.
Please people, go over to her site, and wish her well. She needs as many positive vibes as possible to beat this fucking awful disease into submission.
To all of you out there whom I love, which is the vast majority of you, whatever you celebrate, or even if you don’t, please accept my very warmest love and wishes for a great 2007.