Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. 

If you had peeked in on our household at 11:15 am this morning, you would have seen me in my bathrobe and Cole's Cool Cat hat (Cole asked which costume I would wear, and the hat was the only thing that would fit). I was running a bath. Rubbing on lavender salt. Taking off toe nail polish (a fashion blog person asked to take a close up picture of my shoes yesterday and as she zoomed in, I realized that my nails were, well, unattended, shall we say). 

You might have seen Tom reading the newspaper or watching the football game. Or Mom quietly cooking a lemon pie in the kitchen. 

And if you watched for only 5 minutes, you might have thought that this was a luxurious life. But if you watched for 6 minutes, you would find that Tom's newspaper got ripped into shreds (or was that yesterday?). Or that I stopped my bath to rescue Adeline kitty from the tigers and in the process discovered the 1000+ summer photos that Cole lovingly spread particularly over our couch, piano, floor and table. Or that Babu raced upstairs to build a rocket "with" Cole and Adeline on the floor of Cole's room to console a crying Adeline.

The kids ran around the house in their red, orange and pink turkey costumes, ripping off their wings and "gobbling." It was a full day of turkey pleasure with a feast at Grandma and Poppy's house as well as a variety show in which both grandma's ended up on the floor (one as a fish and the other as Donny O'Connor in Singin' in the Rain's "Make 'em Laugh"). 

I have felt as if I am strangely vibrating throughout the last two days. Yesterday I became keenly aware that I have 4 days left before chemo changes my life again, and every second counts. I celebrated my four days by forgetting my heart echo appointment and feeling dizzy. 

I also learned that a friend, an EB parent, and fellow cancer warrior died this morning. We never met in person but supported and encouraged each other through emails and our blogs. Tonight, sitting on the sofa's at Grandma and Poppy's house, as Tom taught George to pretend to pass a rubber frog from one ear through his brain to the other ear, I got teary. What will her three children miss because she is gone? 

I said goodbye to Linda while looking out over the Bay from the safety of my kitchen. I felt the smallness and the greatness of a human. Today I am thankful to be here and sharing this day with my beautiful family. 

Comments

[Lucie]

Is this Linda the daughter of the (other) grand-mother who spoke at the Grand-Parent's Day presentation on Thursday? So tragic. So sad.