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Thankful

I've been meaning to write for a few weeks now, but life is busy. Which is,  of course, a really good thing.

A few weeks ago we celebrated Thanksgiving. This Thanksgiving was especially meaningful to me seeing as how I've realized just how much I am thankful for this year. We spent a great evening with the McNichols, but poor Matt had to work.

The Monday following Thanksgiving I flew to New York to visit my relatives and show them all just how well I am doing. Spending a few days with my Grandma, my aunts, uncles and cousins was one of the highlights of my year. It once again made me realize just how lucky I am to have such wonderful people in my life.

And now I'm home, and back to the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. I am so looking forward to Christmas this year. The girls are at such great ages to enjoy all of the magic of the season. Yet there is this little nagging feeling I keep getting. Exactly one year ago I was looking forward to Christmas also. We had a wonderful holiday season, an amazing holiday, and then BAM...the diagnosis. So while I know that we are a year past that, and I am so thankful that all of the bad stuff is behind us, I still can't help but think about how I was completely blindsided one year ago.

But in the end, it makes me really enjoy everything going on right now. Because one year ago we also learned to not take anything for granted.

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  1. MamaDecember 6, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    The first anniversary is the worst. Like everything else in life - time heals all wounds. It does get easier each year as you get past the "date". You have many, many more years ahead of you to enjoy life and you will. Love mama

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  2. Renee RonikaDecember 12, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    And you published your first essay! AND it was one of the most well-received essays on the site. Yay you!

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