Luck. It's a strange thing. I've always thought I was a lucky person, and life has treated me well. I had good health, good friends, supportive family and an all round good life. That was until April. Everything changed...well except from the supportive family, they will always be there. One by one things went wrong, each thing leading to another and progressively making my possibly the least lucky person around. That was until I came through the worst, and realised just how lucky I am to have caring friends, maybe not so good health, but in comparison to those who barely have any life left to live, I am extremely lucky.
It really has taught me, that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. I'm more positive, less grumpy, more tolerant, and all in all happier. I'm in no doubt that there is more bad to come in the next few months, but at least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
All thats left to say, is thank you to those people who have been there for me through the good and bad, I couldn't be more grateful for how supportive you have all been :)
