I decided to look back into my journal for last year and found it quite enlightening. I had begun the year with such optimism. Having found a lovely little journal in a bookshop, in the western town where I was scheduled as a keynote speaker that evening, I immediately sat down to begin a bright new year.
My handwriting was neat and contents exuded enthusiasm from every line. My book, Sizzling at Seventy, was almost finished, I was undertaking a number of projects and speaking engagements. I was on fire!
What a difference a day can make. One morning early in May everything changed. That was the day that Mick discovered a huge lump in his groin and the next eight months became a nightmare as I watched my lovely husband turn into someone I no longer knew. Our loving relationship shattered as brain tumours were found and, combined with steroids, his personality completely changed – at least towards me.
