It’s not the years in your life…


Every now and again, usually when least expected, life leaps up and bites you on the backside.  Like most people, I’ve had a few chunks taken out of me, the latest incident so recent I’m still reeling from it.   Over-wrought writing always leaves me feeling a little queasy, so I’m going to toss a few words out and let you build the picture for yourself:  accident; emergency; fractured ribs; punctured lung; shattered pelvis; high dependency unit.  Now take those words and apply them to your life partner.

For a while it didn’t look good.  Try this word for size: catastrophic.  Of course I’m talking catastrophic on a personal level. The disaster localised, striking my partner, me, our daughters, close friends and family.  The effect rippling out through extended family, colleagues and acquaintances to the point where what was catastrophic for us was merely an item of news for somebody else.  At the outer ripples and beyond, life simply went on as it always does.

To the astonishment of medical staff – and everyone else – eight days after his dramatic admission to hospital, my husband was discharged. Full recovery is some way off, but every day there are improvements and, if nothing else, the experience of pain, the threat of death, serves as a reminder that the time we have is precious. It is up to ourselves what we make of it.

As Abraham Lincoln put it, “In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”

LG Thomson is the author of Boyle’s Law, Each New Morn, and Erosion.


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