2025 was the worst year of my life, without a doubt. The hospital visits to the GB ward, the messages in the family WhatsApp group, the calls with other family members filling them in on Mum’s condition, the tears in the car on the way home after each visit, and those brief few days that felt like an eternity in the hospice before her sudden passing, it all feels like a blur. I’ve still not fully processed everything, but her absence is devastating. I constantly replay in my head myself shouting and screaming at the top of my lungs into the void, in pain from the thought of not having her in my life.

So, when thinking about New Year’s resolutions around this time, just before we celebrate the new year, I do not want to jinx it. We’ve got too much to hope for in the coming year to add to a list when the unthinkable happened this year. FUCK CANCER!