Liralen's Adventure Through Life

And I thought the changes came quickly last year...

It was a year of the unexpected. Some of it was stuff that we knew that we might have to deal with in the future, but that was the 'future', right?

Well, we came face to face with two big things that simply happened. The first was that for all that we knew that Fezzik was getting old and that he'd die, eventually, we had never anticipated him getting non-Hodgkins lymphoma, or cancer of the lymph nodes. He was diagnosed with it early in the year and a lot of the year was spent on dealing with it, making his life happy and fun despite it and making the decisions we had to make as his people.

The second was that, just before we were going to try hormone therapy, we actually got pregnant. Unexpectedly and miraculously. So lots of the year was spent dealing with the fact that I was pregnant. Everything from eating habits to sleeping all changed, along with our view of life. It got all mixed up. New life and new death all happening at the same time. A very neat marriage thrown in the middle, as two friends here on Flick got married and asked me to help officiate. It turned out better than I could have ever hoped.

Work took a decided back seat to all these huge life happenings, and I don't regret that at all. It'll be interesting to see how that all works out in the very long term. For now, it just wasn't quite as important. There are also a few months where I really slacked off on the journal itself, either through depression, lack of motivation, or simply wondering what it was that I could say that would be new.

Fezzik gradually deteriorated through the year. His body slowly failed him, though he was brave and affectionate to the end. I think in missing him and his presence in my life, I am far more aware and appreciative, now, of those that are still in it. He has paved the way, in many ways, for the baby to come, and will likely be the reason we get another dog someday. He breathed his last on December 4th, but we were missing much of what he'd been in our life well before that day.

The last of the year was spent busily taking care of the holiday things, going to baby classes, and gradually getting used to life without a dog and with a baby that kicks and wiggles and interacts even in the womb. Next year is going to be very interesting indeed.

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