Happy new year everyone! Welcoming in 2016 has been a rather funny feeling, but I’m ready for a fresh year and it didn’t start half bad either. My birthday was on new year’s eve (and I reassure you, it is never the drunken, forgotten affair that a lot of people may expect from a new year’s birthday) and it was actually something which I would deem as a rare occurrence; it was a perfect day. A lot of people get excited about their birthdays and can’t wait and count down the days, but for me, especially more recently, it becomes a day of dread. I mean, it’s on the last day of the year when you’re reviewing what you’ve done with your life in the last 12 months anyways and on top of that, you’re a whole year older. This is my second birthday post diagnosis and it was an emotional day, but for really positive reasons. My sisters went all out to make the day happy, cheerful and they made me feel like it was a day to be celebrated. I love them so much and they really do keep me going.