I have a lot to be thankful for.
And my claim as we went around the table this year was that I didn’t have much to be thankful for this year, and for that I was thankful
I was called on the mat for this by my father who thought it was lame. BUT
This Year (unlike the past 3 years):
I DON”T have to be thankful for the fact that I didn’t die in the hospital when my uterus ruptured (that was sooo last year).
I DON”T have to be thankful for the fact that I didn’t die when my fallopian tube ruptured (that was sooo the year before that).
I DON”T have to be thankful for the fact that the breat biopsy was negative (2 years ago).
I DON”T have to be thankful for the ultrasound that proved it was just a shadow on the xray when they checked my husband’s side pain (3 years ago).
I DON”T have to be thankful for the fact that my husband finally left the job that was breaking his spirit, or be thankful for the new job that isn’t (last year).
I DON”T have to be thankful that my son breezed through ear tube, tonsillectomy and other assorted ENT surgery like a champ (last year).
I DON”T have to be thankful for the fact that my mother survived pneumonia, twice, and barely (3ish years ago).
Compared to the years we’ve had recently. This year was fairly non-eventful.
And for that I am very fucking thankful.