I am thinking about why I should give thanks, given the season we enter.
This has been a miserable/grumpy week for me, if I can be so personal. This is how it felt: There is nothing that happened in the last while that is about my life, about me, or is helping me progress to something I want. There... it's out. And it's completely selfish. I spend my time driving people from here to there. I wait while they do things. I slog away at homework for my courses. The second I enter the house, there is a demand. The dog follows me around, waiting for more love. And don't get me started on work. Every time I think things have progressed to a new stage, or we work on new ideas, there's a roadblock.
And then I took a step sideways -- this is life. The life that I wanted. The life that I got. And this life is rich enough that there are the demands, there are the requests, there is the dynamic of ongoing relationships, and yes, there's the dog who is loyal, faithful, and demanding. The three kids continue to progress in their own areas -- they are making excellent choices, they are supported by teachers and schools who care about them, they challenge things where they need to be challenged, and they love us right back.
Someone in Cancer Care Manitoba listened to Tom and took his case to a group meeting where they discussed what to do about the pain in his acetabulum (big word for pelvic girdle). They see this situation as urgent, given that it has been eroded by cancer cells, causes him serious pain, and could degenerate enough to be dangerous for his physical stability. So they are recommending a hip replacement. This is a big step. But they have to do it first before they can radiate the area, as once radiation takes place, the bone is effectively killed. And then you can't do the replacement. The fact that this physician listened is something we can be thankful for.
We have plans to drive to our cottage to enjoy it for one last weekend with running water -- the water gets turned off some time after the Thanksgiving weekend. And then it's a bit less fun, even though we go. Thanks for that little cottage in the bush. It's beautiful, and it's cosy, and it's where the kids have grown up, from babyhood onwards. What a wonderful escape for us.
It's all about my perspective. So I will take this with me as I go through this day. I give thanks for the richness of my life.