For some it is New Year’s Day, for most the anniversary of the day of birth. For me today’s the special day. Seven years ago today an operation on my head. The pain’s still gone. Four years ago today, a stent put in the heart. The pain still’s gone. Good one cannot see ahead—both could come back. I won’t go there. Hope for another seven, then for another seven. Hope there won’t be another special day. Or if there is, a special day I can look back upon. But I know for sure there will be another not-so-special day.