Happy Thanksgiving and a Lesson in Gratitude

Let's start with the obvious: HAPPY THANKSGIVING to you and yours.




I debated whether or not to use the NaBloPoMo prompt, talk about thanksgiving or not blog at all. But I decided that it was important to thank my readers for taking the time to listen to me bitch, moan, find enlightenment, and post random pictures.

I had my last chemo treatment on Tuesday and I was cautiously excited that after the smooth treatment I felt okay. Not just my mood, but none of the symptoms that I usually have, except the persistent nausea. Granted, I was in bed by 6 and asleep by 8. ANd yesterday I got up feeling the same way - I was able to do more than I had been able to do in months. Unfortunately, I was being delusional because not only was I sick, I wasn't responding well to anything I tried. Sleeping, eating, pain meds, nausea meds, meditation - I did it all. The Mr. and I had plans to visit our dear dear awesomely awesome friends, but there was no way I was going anywhere. So I sent the Mr. with the request of a plate of turkey, and tried to sleep. Tossed, and turned and failed.

I started to go down an emotional/mental road that I didn't like. I started saying things to myself like I hate chemo. This sucks. This isn't fair. Why does this always happen to me? 2013 has been one of the worst years of my life!

And in my head I abruptly stopped at the word life. I am alive. My loved ones - friends and family alike - are alive. I live near a national forest with mountains, lakes, etc. I have a place to live and food to eat, a husband who will do anything to make me happy and healthy, I have El Larso, I have some really amazing friends that I became closer to this year, and the list kept growing bigger and bigger.

I then started thinking about how often I go down that dark road and how stupid that was. I am surrounded by love and light from so many amazing people on a regular basis. How could I be anything but grateful for my life?

Please forgive me if I forget anyone: first and always the Mr. for just being there (where? everywhere.) for everything. My parents and in-laws for all the love and laughs, my circle of friends who keep me laughing and sane, my siblings for providing the most interesting stories. My readers, my online buddies, and you.

Thank you for being you. Keep that shit up.






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