Well, first, Happy Turkey Day to my American readers. May it be filled turkey and potatoes and stuffing and cranberry sauce and all that. I’ve never been a big fan of Thanksgiving dinner, in fact.
I’m gonna start this post by saying that every Thanksgiving, when people say “say the things you are thankful for”, I knew my first answer, every time.
I’m thankful to be alive.
Man. That is still particularly high on the list. But added to this is my fantastic nuclear family. Their dedication, sacrifice, commitment ..have all just blown me away. It’s like, you go through life knowing that if your sister got into a car crash, you just know you’re staying next to her until she’s better, right? But our brains are really good at blocking out scary things our brains of capable of. You know it, accept it, and then you move on. You hope to whatever you believe that you’re never confronted by it. But then suddenly, something happens. And you get shown just how much your whole family loves you.
And not just your immediate family. Your cousins, your cousins kids, your cousins kids kids. Everybody. And this is overwhelming.
And then your friends, people you never knew, friends of the family, friends you hadn’t talked to in forever. Everyone has just been incredible.
And for that, I am thankful.
I am thankful for my continued good luck (yes, despite the horror) in the transplant.
As a small update, I went through a bit of a rough few days. The post that I was intending to write, “Fevertown”, was about the fevers I was dealing with over the weekend. Well those fevers were just the cute little kids of the fevers that I dealt with the last few days. We’re talking 3 days, 102.9, alternating between feeling like a human furnace, or a human furnace that ALSO was so cold that he couldn’t stop full body shaking.
So! That post will follow. Hope this finds everybody eating food with loved ones 🙂