Ragnar Lothbrok wrote: » CORK CITY FC - DOUBLE WINNERS 2017 'Twas a great year
Deleted User wrote: » Cork City double, baby landing in February, have to say it was a good year.
Mousewar wrote: » Anyway got through it in the end but I'm happy to leave 2017 behind. 2018 starts on Monday and on Wednesday our daughter has her heart surgery, the day that has haunted us since she was born. I'm not superstitious but I'm glad it's taking place in 2018 and not 2017.
rickis tache wrote: » bad. 2 close deaths in the family. my siblings and parents are hanging together by a thread. wife is depressed. kids are only thing keeping us going. everything looks good on the outside but struggled this year. lots of work next year.
Wurly wrote: » Monstrously difficult. To the point of literally feeling like I wasn't strong enough to get through it. My dad died just over a week ago too. 2017 has tested me beyond every single limit I possess. But.... I have grown so much as a person. My mind is a more peaceful place to live. I am making better decisions and doing things that set my heart on fire. I feel more and more like the person I always knew I could be and i've learned to be on my own side rather than in opposition of myself. It has been worth every single bit of agony. I am excited for 2018!
thomil wrote: » The first half wasn’t actually all that bad. I had some success at work, and a project that I had hoped to get underway finally seemed ready to go. Then, in June, everything took a nosedive. My mother was hospitalised due to complications with her cancer treatment. A week later, she was transferred to ICU, and a day after that, she was placed in an induced coma. The same evening, my dad told me that I should „start looking for flights“ to Germany. I don’t think I need to explain the implication of that phrase. Well, the next day, Saturday, my dad was hospitalised as well, and ended up in the quarantine ward with a Norovirus infection. I managed to get a flight out on Tuesday, and my mom passed away on Wednesday morning. I‘d tried to get to see her immediately after landing, but wasn’t allowed into her room. A month later, shortly after I‘d visited my dad for my birthday, he was hospitalised again with stroke-like symptoms. Turns out it wasn’t a stroke, but three meningal tumours that has started to block off circulation to parts of his brain. He got them removed, and recovered fast enough to pick me up at Frankfurt Airport when I flew over for my mother’s funeral three weeks after his surgery. When I came back from the funeral, I found that my rent had been terminated and I needed to find a new place. Well, back in early November, I flew back to Germany for my dad‘s birthday. He’d recovered extremely well and was planning to drive to Cork over Christmas and New Years. The birthday went really well, my dad was relaxed, happy, optimistic, all the things he hadn’t been since my mom passed away. Then, three days after I‘d flown back to Ireland, my dad didn’t answer my daily phone call, and also didn’t react to emails or texts. I asked the neighbors to check on him, and they found him sitting in his favourite chair, almost like he was asleep. He‘d passed away only hours earlier. So, now I’m the last remaining member of my family, I‘ve got m dad‘s funeral coming up in early January, I‘m still in the middle of moving from one apartment to another, my performance at work has plummeted since my mother’s death to the point where I have to fear for my job, and the funeral costs will likely eat up what little financial reserves I have left. Oh, and to top it off, I‘ve since found out that my parents had amassed a significant amount of debt, mostly springing from issues with their private health insurance. I‘ll be extremely glad to finally see the end of 2017, and I hope that no one ever has to go through the same kind of nightmare.