On This Day

November 25, 2010 @ 8:05 am | Filed under: ,

…a revisiting of one of the first posts I ever wrote for this blog, and one of the many reasons my cup runneth over.

She finished the last round of high-dose chemo on Thanksgiving Day of 1997. We ate Boston Market turkey and stuffing in the hospital playroom while her meds finished running. There were two more years of low-dose chemo to go, but we expected to spend most of that period as out-patients. When we got home that night—home, where we hadn’t spent more than ten days in a row since March—it was late, a cold, clear night, with as many stars as a New York City sky can muster. I remember thinking I couldn’t imagine ever being more thankful for anything than I was to be carrying that little girl up the stairs to our apartment that night.

Full post here.

(Thirteen years later, the Boston Market logo still fills me with a sense of overwhelming gratitude.)

(But then so do a lot of things, including this face.)


A little ham to go with your turkey.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends, wherever you may be.

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  1. sarah says:

    You are so blessed.

    What a gorgeous smile he has. And he’s growing up so fast too! Funny to think of a time when he wasn’t around.

  2. tanita says:

    Yes, that was going to be my first reaction: You are so blessed.

    Except: you know that.
    So, I won’t say it. I’ll just do a happy dance for you and yours.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

  3. mamacrow says:

    a very Happy Thanksgiving to you all 🙂

  4. Yvonne says:

    I swear you’re like Barbara Walters–always able to make me cry. Happy Thanksgiving!

  5. coffeemamma says:

    I always think of Jane on my son’s birthday- he was born the day of her last high-dose chemo, in 1997! Happy anniversary, Jane!

    Our youngest will reach her five-years-in-remission milestone in January. I’m pretty sure there will be a party 😉

    And the little ham? Gorgeous!

  6. MelanieB says:

    I don’t know how many times I’ve read that story about Jane and every time it brings tears to my eyes. Funny how those dark moments, so full of terror at the time, help to throw everything else into sharp relief, make gratitude not just an idea but something you feel in your bones.

    And that sweet Huck! So many reasons to give thanks.