I just deleted a post I started writing, my second this week and my third or fourth in almost 7 years blogging. When you reread your just written post it can look totally different from what you wanted to say, then it’s time to trash it.
At 6.45 in the morning, while nuns sang Christmas songs in the hallway, I was born in a Deaconesses hospital across the street from where my parents lived.
Here I am on the threshold of my 58th birthday, the start of my 59th year on this watery globe.
I would like to thank my family, friends on and offline, specialists and their staff, colleagues and friends at the Guild and Pink Noord, and all the others I’ve met over these past 12 months. I would like to thank you for your support, advice or kick in the butt [sometimes I needed that.]