This year, I am spending Thanksgiving with my father and stepmother. Both are facing serious cancer diagnoses and struggling to live a few more good days. If they are lucky, those days will stretch to a year or maybe years. For now, it is one day at a time, chemo, side effects, lots of medications, and never-ending appointments.
Life is like this sometimes. Pain and joy ebb and flow. Sometimes life is so lovely that it is hard to imagine it otherwise. Right now, they are living in the otherwise. The endless nature of it makes it hard to wrap one’s head around it. When you are in your 80’s and you have a bad prognosis, you don’t know if you are ever going to have a good day again.
That’s why I am visiting them for Thanksgiving. I might be able to help them have a few good days. I can shoulder some of the labor and help them hold on to some of their energy so they aren’t as tired. They may not feel like eating turkey, but I can sit and watch Netflix with them when the evening sun goes down. I can spend the day in true thanks-giving, appreciating the time we have together.
Time is short friends, and it is precious. May your Thanksgiving be filled with thanks and giving.