I'm thinking this New Year could be a big one: no more cancer, maybe going back to school, maybe getting (gasp!) a job, maybe writing a book or two or three or finally doing something with the one(s) (OK, most of them are fragmentary) I've already written.
But... something, you know? Something that may be difficult, but ultimately good.
No resolutions this year, other than to take things as they come: enjoy the good, endure the bad, be present for all of it.