On this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for so many things.
I am thankful for my husband, the most patient and caring man I know. He also knows how to smoke a mean turkey.
I am thankful for my beautiful children. Without them, I would be lost.
I am thankful that I can share today’s Thanksgiving meal with our mothers, my brother, and good friends. And though I am sad my father will not be here, I am thankful that I have so many memories of him from Thanksgivings-past, memories of him the way he would want to be remembered.
I am thankful that I get to be such an intimate part of my patients’ lives as they grapple with their diagnosis of cancer. I am humbled by my patients’ grace and strength, and I feel honored to be there for them.
I am thankful for this blog, this little spot on the web that I created for myself almost four years ago. Through writing here, I am finding my voice.
I am thankful for those of you who take the time to read my blog posts. I am especially thankful for those of you who comment or reach out to me by email or social media when a post has touched you in some way. I feel reassured when you do, and sometimes, I need that reassurance to keep writing.
I am thankful for camellias, just like the one in the photo. I grew up in a house surrounded by camellias, red ones and pink ones, and we marked the holiday season by their seemingly sudden appearance.
I am thankful for my health, and for the health of my family and loved ones.
I am thankful for this life that I am living.
I am so blessed.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, dear readers. May your day be filled with love and laughter. (And plenty of good turkey and trimmings, too.)