I know it probably seems counterintuitive that, over the last few weeks, the only word I can think of to describe my life is…thankful. Yes, I have cancer. Yes, I’m in the midst of chemo. Yes, it sucks.
But I am so freaking thankful.
Do you ever think of how you say “I love you” and “I’m glad you’re my friend” and those super important sentiments, but sometimes you forget to tell people how thankful you are for them? So, so thankful.
A husband who is my rock.
Kids who take care of me and check on me and make me toast.
A mom who spends the day taking care of Olivia and me and rubs my back for as long as I need it. And takes the kids at the drop of a hat.
A mother-in-law who folds laundry every week, helps with the kids when we need it.
Friends who text me every day just to check in.
Friends, so many friends, who do so many wonderful things. They text or call to see if I need anything. They’re going to the store, is there anything they can pick up? They’re at the library, do I need a book? Do kids need rides? Do kids need playdates? They bring food, treats, surprises. They buy t-shirts and wear them to support me. So many wonderful things.
Coworkers who donated money, who bought t-shirts, who painted and decorated my room, who stop by just to check-in and say hello.
Good days where I can go for a walk, have coffee with a friend, take the kids lunch, go shopping. (And then crash.)
Spring break where, for a week, I don’t have to worry about keeping up with lesson plans and substitute plans and grading papers and all that. Even though I love my job, it’s nice to have a week off.
Walks in the woods where you see a mass of deer and they let you stop and watch them for a while.
Having a cancer that will be gone. I’ll be alive and well after all of this is over. Hallelujah!
There are so many things to be truly thankful for…and I’m so glad I can take the time to notice and appreciate them all.