So, Christmas this year was a slightly different affair. For the first time in … ever, my mum’s extended family wasn’t gathering on Christmas Eve, meaning that for once I didn’t have a clash between my family’s plans and the in-laws’ plans. And so the planning was done… Finish “work” around midday and shoot off to the in-laws, have a big lunch, decorate and arrange the tree, have a big dinner, then the next morning head out with the in-laws to my parents’ place in St Albans for an afternoon of lazing and/or playing with trail bikes, followed by a big dinner. Get up just in time for the first ball of the Boxing Day test.
Well, not quite.
On the 9th of December, my dad was diagnosed with bowel cancer. That weekend I just kinda shut down, played games and plugged my fingers in my ears. Early the next week we worked out the timeline, and found out that was most likely going to go in for surgery on Christmas Eve, so we scrambled some plans to have a mini family gathering the weekend before.
Then came the battery of tests to see if/where the cancer had spread. One test showed a strange lump in dad’s oesophagus, so another probe/scrape/biopsy was scheduled. Thankfully it was benign, something to maybe be cut out in no particular hurry. So we had our pre-Christmas gathering with the best possible diagnosis, just one small tumour that would be removed with surgery, no further treatment likely, and definitely no radiotherapy.
The week before Christmas was almost relaxed, considering. I had the week off, and my brother was up in Sydney, so plenty of distractions, and shopping and other things to keep my mind busy.
Christmas Eve was … different. Dad went in to theatre at 8am, for an estimated 4-5 hours. A pretty anxious wait, but filled with wrapping presents and trying to get ready to head to the in-laws for lunch, and making plans to head to St Vincent’s once dad was out of recovery. So we had a big, delicious and quite anxious lunch, waiting to hear from the hospital. 1pm – nothing. 2pm – nothing. 3pm – mum talked to the surgeon, he was out and in recovery, everything went fine. So we arranged to go see him at 5.
Dad was pretty out of it, but seemed grateful for the company for a couple of hours. I made it back for a late Christmas Eve dinner with the in-laws, then a champagne breakfast, and then back to the hospital for presents with dad.
And now in my parents’ apartment in Dee Why. The turkey and potato salad, done by mum this year. The mince pies, a group effort this year. Not quite St Albans, and not quite the full family, but still Christmas.
So Merry Happy to all, and make sure that whatever you do this time of year, enjoy the time you have with family and friends.




