Not really.
Don’t take that the wrong way. There’s a tree (evidence below), presents and good cheer.
Festive is not the right word though.
After chatting to a couple of my ‘boob/cancer’ friends, I discovered each of us was doing the ‘this time last year………..’ thing. Some were undergoing treatment. Others – like me, were blissfully unaware our lives were about to change forever.
Thank goodness, I – and my new friends, have been able to trust in medical teams capable of giving hope at a time when it seems out of reach. Perhaps it’s really just a vivid reminder of what Christmas is all about? Not the intricately decorated tree, or the beautifully wrapped presents – but the basic notion of hope.
*As well as a very good lesson in what really matters, I did receive some really gorgeous prezzies this year, along with well wishes from some I may have been feeling a little ‘forgotten’ by. Sincere thanks for keeping the festive spirit alive, at a time when a severe case of Bah Humbug (or ‘what’s life really all about?’) was eroding my fun streak.
