I’m 42 years old. So I’m not really middle aged yet. Nor am I really an adventurer either, but a never grow old hippie business development consultant who loves gardens, the great outdoors and travel. English is not my native language, nor I live in an English speaking country, but my life happens in English. For the rest however, most of the stories in the diary are true, and some of them even make sense.
I had just had my 40th birthday, but I didn’t feel that old. Had you asked me, I would have told you I was 30, maybe a few years more, tops. I was recently married to a man a lot younger than me (by 6 years and he was hot). After fruitless attempts to have a biological child, we were in the adoption process, which I was sure would end with us having two beautiful boys from Colombia to whom I could read bedtime stories in Spanish. I had been moving up on the career ladder with some huge steps. We were travelling, going on outdoor adventures, starting new hobbies. Life could not have been better.
And then I was diagnosed with a tiny, local cervical cancer. I was operated and life was supposed to continue as if nothing had happened. After two weeks however, when my sick leave was over, instead of going back to work, I went back to the hospital with severe pains and was diagnosed with a “uups” – a little mistake which had happened at the surgery. The next couple of years saw two more surgeries, lots of pains, infections, lost opportunities at the amazing career ladder, and, unfortunately, many more “uups” (so many, in fact, that if I lived in America, I wouldn’t have to worry about that career anymore; in Finland I have to settle to a little more than an apology).
Now, 109 long weeks later, when it finally seems they got me fixed, I don’t feel that young anymore. I have had to give up any hopes of having children, lost many nights of sleep, a brilliant career, lots of money and over two years of my pre-menopause life. Bugger – you know what I mean. So, I am in a hurry to gain back what I can – work, travel and adventures. What I didn’t lose, and what I am most grateful of, is my darling husband, who is still 6 years younger than me and as hot as ever. And he’s an adventurer too.
Disclaimer: I give a lot of advice, ask any of my friends (or my husband – poor guy). Sometimes I might openly disagree with even your therapist about what is good for you. I advise you not to pay attention, as I am professionally qualified only to advice you on how to run your business, not your health or your life. But if you do read something that you like here, and follow my path – you do it because you choose to and you are fully responsible of whatever happens then. Even in the accidental case of feeling good about it.