Of course it's a Happy New Year and we're all extremely thankful and grateful to be here but Norma's post about being a brave little soldier struck a chord!
My type B dissection is getting bigger, despite all the meds, and the Op I was sort of looking forward to to sort things out turns out to be very complicated and risky. So I have to live with the risk of rupture whilst waiting for the dissection to get so big that there is no choice but to operate.
With all that, the thing that bothers me the most is the tiredness and bad dreams.
Still, the kids, family and darling wife couldn't be more lovely and the posts on here make me smile and realise there are a lot of people with a lot more on their plate.
I didn't manage to pursue the idea of setting up support group meetings at St Thomas's yet, but perhaps this will be the year.
So although I'm determined to keep smiling, I am going to permit a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself every now and again.
Best wishes to all.