Thanksgiving day, my mother drove 14 hours to show up on our doorstep to pull off one of the biggest surprises EVER! I'm not an easy person to surprise, anyway, so this was huge! I cried like a little baby as I held her in my arms. It had been many months since I had seen her beautiful face and given her a big hug. None of us knew that she was coming, and we all hugged and laughed at the sheer joy of it all. It was my own little Christmas miracle!
My mother and I even got to go to a store together for the first time in over a year. We were not thrilled with the complications of using a wheel chair in most stores, but the joy of being together overshadowed the reality of our very real circumstances. As former 'shopping buddies', we've had to curtail our disappointment in missing out on all those former, wonderful experiences as we begin to make new memories in our new situation. I was blessed....blessed.....blessed.....to be able to have a Thanksgiving to remember!
BLOG UPDATE:
I'm still working on the piece written by my family's prospective on what it's like to have a sick parent-wife-etc. It's a harder piece to write, and I've had a tough time getting through it. I may finish up a few other things I was working on before I decide to tackle that one again.
Things have been going pretty decent, if you would ever call this sickness-decent. I'm still having less pain than usual, and AS ALWAYS, and true to my nature....pushing the envelope! If I'm given a chance to be up more, then I'm going to run with it. (figuratively speaking, of course!)
The holidays always give me that extra spring in my step, and I'm enjoying all the preparation, the shopping, the carols, the wrapping, and the holiday specials on TV.
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