It’s been a quiet week for me this week as I rest in preparation for Christmas. I can’t afford to do too much in the days leading up to Christmas if I want to be well enough to have Christmas dinner with family and spend time with my siblings on the one day a year that we all get together.
While a lot of Christmas traditions have fallen by the wayside because of my illness – no Christmas parties, meals out with old school friends or last minute Christmas shopping – Christmas Eve always finds me volunteering to peel the sprouts for Christmas dinner. Other than when I’ve been hospitalised or too ill to spend Christmas with family, peeling sprouts has been my job every Christmas Eve since the top end of Primary School, one of the few useful things I could contribute at that age without getting underfoot.
Since the first year I made it to my parents house after several years where I was too ill to travel, Christmas Eve has always found me propped up in bed or on the sofa with a bag of sprouts on my knee and some carols on the radio getting into the Christmas spirit. With none of the usual festive activities in the run up to Christmas, sitting down to peel sprouts is often the first time each year that it starts to feel Christmassy. This year instead of doing them in bed I managed to sit downstairs at the table while my brother peeled the carrots and my mum made the stuffing. Small progress perhaps after so many years of illness, but as they say, ‘every little helps’.
I am very aware as I write this that for a number of emotional, physical and financial reasons, Christmas can be a difficult time for many of the friends who follow my blog. I hope that whatever obstacles you may face this Christmas, it is as peaceful, pain free and special as it possibly can be.
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to you all.