It’s that time of year where we think about how thankful we are, how grateful we are, and how blessed we are. When life is good, it’s easy to be thankful grateful blessed. But what happens when life hands you a tragedy? How easy is it to count your blessings then?
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In 2010, not only did I have to go through chemo during the holiday season, but I lost my hair on Thanksgiving Day. Sometimes it takes a tragedy to focus on the things in life that are most important. This is what I learned. This is how I learned to be thankful grateful blessed.
I am thankful to have gone through cancer. I honestly believe that it was a gift from God.
While on paper, my life was “perfect,” it still needed a nudge in a slightly different direction. I couldn’t have been more thankful for anything else in life. But cancer showed me what life is really about. I am thankful to have learned some amazing lessons from my trials, and I am thankful for my life’s new direction and mission.
Cancer will rock your world. I am thankful to have found my passion. I am thankful to have found grit. I am thankful to have the fortitude to prevail.
It was Thanksgiving 2010. I knew that the chemotherapy drugs I was on would make me lose my hair, so I donated my gorgeous, long red hair and rocked a pixie cut to prepare for the hair loss. Even though I had already said goodbye to my hair on my own terms, and the fact that it was super short at this point, when my hair started to fall out in the shower, it was still traumatic. I called Hubby Carter upstairs to the bedroom as I cried and mourned the loss of my hair. He offered some sweet words of support, and I gathered myself together and went downstairs.
I told my mother-in-law, Marilyn, what happened. She shushed Carter and his father out of the house as she got out her hair clippers and some towels.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. She started shaving my head completely clean, and Stepson made it his mission to pick up all of the pieces that fell to the floor. He was only seven years old, and didn’t understand the emotional trauma; his innocence and excitement of Grandma shaving my head helped me put everything into perspective. I am grateful for the unconditional love of my mother-in-law. I am grateful to have learned that day that beauty is not how long your hair is, but what is in your heart.
Carter had proposed just two days after I had received my cancer diagnosis. He and Stepson stood by me every step of the way. Stepson didn’t understand the trauma, but he sat for hours with me on the couch and we watched SpongeBob Squarepants together. “Watching SpongeBob will make you feel better,” he often said. It did. Years later, Stepson is still one of the most compassionate human beings I have ever met. (and an excellent photographer BTW – he took all of these photos!)
Most women consider themselves blessed when they find their soulmate to marry. I am doubly blessed because I found two. Hubby and Stepson stood by me every step of the way.
Thankful Grateful Blessed
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