Thanksgiving…. last year I was so sick. Nauseous and exhausted. Fighting for my life. This year I’m exhausted for a whole different reason. A happy and wonderful reason. Baking, cooking, eating, sharing the day with my family in Colorado. I’m thankful to be here….ALIVE despite all the aftermath of fighting to live. I’m thankful for my beautiful family-my amazing children…my growing family as I wait with bated breath for my first grandchild. Something I used to wonder if I’d live to see. I’m thankful for the love of a good man and I’m thankful for old friends and new- for the MpBC sisters who stand by me to this day, the amazing women in various stages of MpBC. I am loved. Everyday I wake up I try and remember to be thankful for the little things. The cuddles with my Madison. The stunning sunrise on my drive into work. Hot coffee. Laughter.
Cancer did teach me to REALLY not sweat the small stuff and to really appreciate what’s going on around me. What to let go of. What to hang on to. To cultivate that Attitude of Gratitude.
I’m alive. That above all else is really something to be thankful for.
As always #FuckCancer