I’m British, but I do like the nudge to be grateful.
This year I’m desperately grateful to all the medical professionals who helped to cure my cancer:
Both surgeons and the anaesthetist.
The radiotherapy team
The chemotherapy specialists.
All the technicians who operate and maintain the assorted scanners and radiotherapy machines
All the nurses. My goodness, I’m grateful to those nurses.
All the scientists who found out which therapies worked best, and to the patients who were guinea pigs for them.
All the cleaners and porters too.
And my husband who took me to all those appointments, took over the housework, dropped everything to live near the radiotherapy hospital, and never even moaned.
The crew on the ferries and planes who were so kind and helpful.
I’m still here. Battered, but still here. And I should get a bionic leg next year.