Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The cruelest cut of all…
“I can’t believe Thanksgiving is next week already,” my daughter commented last night after we’d talked a while about our plans for that day.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There are no religious or political themes to wade through, no overblown commercial campaigns to legislate generosity. It’s simply a glorious excuse to share hugs, warmth, and good food with loved ones.
“Next week? For real? Oh no,” I groaned.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, noting my change in tone.
I’d already done the math. “This coming Monday I’m due for my first Abraxane infusion. For about five days after that, food won’t taste like much of anything. Thanksgiving falls right in the middle of that.”
It’s about the people, I keep reminding myself.
“And you’ll take home plenty of leftovers,” my sister generously offered when I made the comment to her afterward. Now, there’s a gesture to be thankful for!