So, next Friday I turn 25, and in those years I've learnt a thing or two. Well I think I have!
Our homework form @missy and @rambo is "your best advice". And I toyed with giving you 25 things for 25 years but really it just came back to one:
My father said "I'm going to keep going, even if it's a plod". I remember him saying this to my mother before he went into hospital for a bone marrow biopsy. He had a very rare form of leukaemia which attacked his white blood cells and platelets, basically meaning that if he got a cut, his body was unable to heal naturally; clot, scab etc.
Thankfully, he is in remission but due to having his spleen removed, he will always be on medication. He will always be lethargic, hit by colds and flu harder and nap (which he has embraced!).
During the treatment, the surgeries, and the recovery, even now, he just keeps plodding. No matter how shit it got he kept plodding forward.
Then my mother got lung cancer. Chemo was killing her, so stopped. Again, during the treatment, the surgery and recovery she kept plodding.
We all kept plodding. We had to.
As I mentioned in previous blogs, I feel old due to experiences.
Despite the breakdown of my marriage, getting pregnant in my last year of uni and suffering from pre and post natal depression. I kept plodding. Lord it was hard. But sometimes, when you can't run through life, skipping and jumping, you plod. Don't stop. Plodding is still working forward. It maybe slow, but you will get to the other side.
So my best bit of advice? "Keep Plodding."
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Both my parents are still alive and I'm excited to say they'll be there to see me and Jason get married this summer.
