Thanksgiving 2012
I spent last Thanksgiving trying not to puke my chemotherapied guts out down at Ryan's family's house in Mansfield. I took my very first anti-nausea pill and my very first anxiety pill. I nibbled crackers and drank ginger ale or sprite or something and hoped I wasn't ruining anyone's holiday. I worried about how bad Ryan felt that he had decided to drive us down there in his '71 Challenger - not the smoothest, cleanest smelling ride on the planet - and that I had ended up getting sick because of it.
And I had cancer.
This Thanksgiving I am at home. I am in remission. I feel healthier and happier than I can ever remember being. I am closer to my husband, my family and my friends. I am filled with wonder and gratitude every single day of my life, now.
This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for cancer. I hate it, but I am thankful for all of the things it brought me. All of the positive things it gave me. All of the important lessons it taught me.
This Thanksgiving, Ryan and I have TWO turkeys cooking - mine full of my sausagey bacony stuffing in the oven, and Ryan's hand-brined bird out in the smoker. Including ourselves, a dozen people will be eating here this afternoon.
And I am so very very grateful for them all. And so excited.
I wish I could make this deeper and more meaningful sounding, but I gotta get back to basting and shit.
Thank you so much to all of my beautiful friends, family, and strangers alike who have been with me through this. I am grateful for you all and for what this blog has allowed me to do over this past year-plus.
All my love to each of you,
Phoebe
And I had cancer.
This Thanksgiving I am at home. I am in remission. I feel healthier and happier than I can ever remember being. I am closer to my husband, my family and my friends. I am filled with wonder and gratitude every single day of my life, now.
This Thanksgiving, I am grateful for cancer. I hate it, but I am thankful for all of the things it brought me. All of the positive things it gave me. All of the important lessons it taught me.
This Thanksgiving, Ryan and I have TWO turkeys cooking - mine full of my sausagey bacony stuffing in the oven, and Ryan's hand-brined bird out in the smoker. Including ourselves, a dozen people will be eating here this afternoon.
And I am so very very grateful for them all. And so excited.
I wish I could make this deeper and more meaningful sounding, but I gotta get back to basting and shit.
Thank you so much to all of my beautiful friends, family, and strangers alike who have been with me through this. I am grateful for you all and for what this blog has allowed me to do over this past year-plus.
All my love to each of you,
Phoebe
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