This’ll Be My Year

I am a big fan of Train. Not choo coo trains (that’s my middle boy’s fave) but the band Train. Their lyrics are fun and clean and sometimes make me laugh. One of their songs is “This’ll Be My Year”. The chorus goes “I stopped believing although Journey told me don’t before, I call it a day, maybe this will be my year” Seems to be a good song to start off January with! Now, I am not one to complain (my husband may disagree) but lets be honest. Last few years have not been “my year”.
2014: diagnosed with AML
2015: chemo and radiation, signs of relapse
2016: full blown relapse and stem cell transplant
2017: trying to get side effects under control, my dog dies, becomes clear my hair will never return, start phlebotomy monthly
2018: major side effects (i had my tear ducts cauterized for goodness sake...that was awful), was told I cannot go back to work anytime soon, our cat died in our basement with my boys watching (it was a little funny...but that’s another story)
Yes, I know. Sounds a lot like complaining. You’re right. It is. But this year, 2019, will be my year. It will be cancer free and side effects will improve. No pets will die. I will have all three boys in FULL DAY SCHOOL come fall. Do you have any idea how clean and organized my house will be? How much I will work out each week? How many books I will read and how few games of “baby animals” or “animal doctor” or Clue Jr. i will have to play???? I mean I love LOVE LOVE my children but one can only pretend to be a baby birdie so many times before they loose their mind. So that’s it. I’ve decided this will be my year. I hope it is your year as well.