November 28, 2013 – Today is the eight-month anniversary of the day I was told I had cancer. It is also Thanksgiving. So far the day has gone well. As I have stated before I am not a fan of the holidays. I love Christmas music, but the hype and the need to buy people presents makes the season very stressful. This year my girls are celebrating at their dad’s house because their grandma, aunt and cousin are here. This year I am cooking. This year we are having turkey. This year I am thankful for making it through one of the toughest experiences of my life. This year is different. We are celebrating it up, this year.
I made an apple pie this morning and it is bubbling away in the oven making the house smell like cinnamon. The Thanksgiving day parade is on TV. This morning in the mirror, I noticed red hair coming through the gray ones that pepper my no-longer-bald head. I am thankful my life is more or less back to its pre-cancer state. And that’s not all….
I am thankful for my wonderful husband. He has been such a trooper, putting his business on the middle burner (we still have to eat!), going with me to almost every doctor’s appointment, caring for my battered body and letting me know, every day, how much he loves me.
I am thankful for my incredible daughters. They were both so supportive and helpful all summer. Becca rearranged her work schedule to maximize the time in Phoenix and Michelle was always ready to pick me up at the doctor, if needed, or bring me lunch at chemo.
I am thankful for my extended family and friends. Everyone in my life stepped up to help and I cannot express to them enough how much their presence meant to me. I know that true love and friendship is not about keeping score. Good thing, ’cause I am way behind….
I am thankful for all my doctors and nurses. I believe I had the best medical care I could have. Dr. Hernandez with his kind frankness; Dr. Finkel with her confident patience; Dr. Mendonca with her forthright passion to my treatment; Laura and Lilly, my chemo nurses who gave in to all my weird OCD demands during chemotherapy and even my PCP, Dr. Faust, who kept hugging me when I saw him for the bursitis, all made me feel like I would make it through the experience and be stronger for it.
Most of all, I am thankful that I am a child of God. He never failed to have my needs covered. He knew what was going to happen and He made sure to have people in place to take care of me. Without the Lord, I would be lost.
Next up, is a real Christmas tree! It’s a “presents only” Christmas. The shopping has begun. My sister and her family are coming to share the celebration. It is going to be a glorious end to a not so great year. For that, I am THANKFUL.