What’s really important

 

Hi all,

Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogosphere this past couple of weeks (though the wonderful Husband Bear has done a brilliant job keeping the home fires burning and keeping you all company while I’ve been couch-bound). For those of you who haven’t been following my moaning on Twitter, the reason I’ve been bloggily absent is that I’ve been a bit crook. Nothing life-threatening but enough of a scare and debilitation to shake me up a bit. Over these weeks I’ve had ample time (in which I was incapable of doing anything else) to think about what’s really important to me. I guess when many of the things you use to fill your days are suddenly taken away you’re forced to look at what you’re left with and to wonder if that’s enough. I’m lucky. What I have left is not just enough. It’s magnificent. These are the things that are most important to me:

  1. Husband Bear. Not only did he take a week off work to be my nurse, buy me treats, prepare my food, organise my medical appointments and rent (and then watch with) me fluffy romantic comedy DVDs, he hugged me when I cried and made me laugh (when it didn’t hurt). He let me know that no matter how long it took me to get better he would be there. Husband Bear, you’re the best thing. Full stop.
  2. My family. I have the best extended family on the planet. From my dad who called me frequently and sent me “bits and pieces” of articles to keep me entertained and burned me music he thought I’d like, to my parents-in-law who put up with me lying in front of their fire for hours on end, to my mum whose Facebook messages made me laugh and know I wasn’t alone to my nan, my brother and my “Jess” for looking after me during my cousin’s wedding this weekend, my family is the best family Of. All. Time.
  3. My friends. During this month that’s packed with weddings, hen’s nights and thirtieths, my friends have made the time to think of me, hold me upright (literally, in the case of Roz at Rachel’s wedding!) and make me laugh. Loveliest girls!
  4. My agent, editors and publishers. For understanding. Thank you.
  5. My writing. The first thing I wanted to do as soon as I was well was to write like a demon (or Diemen – haha!). It made me realise this writing thing is not just a career I want to pursue. It’s my passion. It’s the thing that fires me. It might be my job now but it’s also what makes me want to get up in the morning and the thing that allows me to escape from the cruddiness. Writing is why I was put on this planet (apart from to meet and love Husband Bear).
  6. Of course, last but not least, Mephy. I know, I know, he’s a cat. But he’s the most special cat that ever there was. He has been my constant companion over these weeks. He lies in my arms for hours when I can’t move. He knows I’m not okay and he wants to make me okay. Mephy might be a cat but he’s definitely not “just” a cat. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

So that’s it! It’s not a long list but, really, it’s all I need. I need the people (human and animal) that make me feel better and that whatever I do or however long I take to recover is okay. And I need to write. That’s it. That’s my life. And it’s a bloody good one.

PS: I also want to extend my thanks to the incredible staff at the Launceston General Hospital who, despite working in truly horrendous conditions, made the time to make me feel better not just physically but emotionally; who never made me feel like a burden and who performed their jobs with professionalism and compassion. You all deserve much more than you receive and I hope things get better for you soon!