This weekend I finished a jigsaw puzzle. Although it doesn’t sound like a great achievement, for me, it is. This is a 1000 piece puzzle that I started in December 2021, just before I hurt my back. I had gotten about 80% of it done quite quickly. With my spinal injury I couldn’t bend or lean over very well so I covered the puzzle under a piece of plastic board and hid in under the sofa so the cats wouldn’t play with it. We moved, not once, but twice and it went under the sofa in each successive house. 

Then I got cancer. 

Finally, 6 months after finding Big Betty and nearly 2 years after starting it, I finish the puzzle. I take a picture of it for posterity. And then I pull each and every piece apart and put it carefully back in the box, ready to pass on to the next puzzler. The next person might find the puzzle a bit of a challenge as at some point while the box was under the sofa one of the cats puked on it. I cleaned it but also scraped away some of the box reference image. So, good luck Aunt J, sorry about that. But hey, if I can do it, so can you 😉

When I think about this puzzle I think of all that I have been through in the time it took me to put it together. There’s been a lot. A whole shit load of stuff. And I’m not done yet. I have a whole lot more treatment ahead of me. But that’s ok.

I’m moving on to the next puzzle. I have hope it will be better.