• Michael Noctor

Happy Anniversary

It’s four years to the day that I limped my way along the streets of Estepona, in agony, having to stop every couple of hundred yards to give the dwindling power in my left leg a chance to rebuild, so I could continue on the agonising journey. I thought about this as I did my third forty-five-minute walk around Corry’s Field beside Loughrea Lake, in other words – I got better.

Blessed art thou amongst women - Malaga '16

I wrote a book based on some of my experiences, but it wasn’t my story. The book is endorsed by Roddy Doyle and that episode was one of the standout moments from the last four years. There have been many, and I found myself thinking about one of my favourites that involved an early morning ramble through the streets of my beloved Málaga contemplating the precious nature of life. I might put the details in another book, sometime.

I almost lost my life in October 2019. The Doctor who saved my life (Colm Kirby, a name and a man I will never, ever, forget) told my family that if I’d arrived at the hospital any later they would not have been able to save my life, and I had turned down the first ambulance when they came to get me. I be like – there’s no way I’m goin’ to Tallaght Hospital to be told I have lung cancer. Ironically, I haven’t smoked since that day (232 days ago) and now I’m four days into a twelve-week plan, which I’ve decided to think of as an 84 – day plan instead. There are many reasons why I’m doing it and at the same time I don’t know why I’m doing it. When I thought I was at my fittest, I picked up the rare infection that went into my brain and almost done me in, so staying away from alcohol for another 80 days – and not smoking – means Jack Shit when it comes to the Grim Reaper coming for you. He’s come for me a few times in the last four years, firing a few warning shots across my bow, but I’m still sailing along, which reminds me of the first quote I used on my first blog:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

- Mark Twain.

I’m two weeks from my 56th birthday and 57th year. How quickly time passes!

Peace Out


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