Ten years ago, we had a special Thanksgiving at my home. It was less than a month after my breast cancer surgery, and I was scheduled for chemotherapy to begin the following week. We decided to hold the family gathering at my place, despite all that, because I love to cook and wanted to celebrate the holiday as fully as I might.
My husband’s mom, who helped me in that year in more ways than I can count, came over at 8AM. We started with stuffing. I’m a purist, and we made the stuffing by toasting bread and cutting croutons, and then sautéing thyme and sage with shallots in olive oil, and then adding in various fresh-cut mushrooms, and white wine, and tossing it. Being ambitious, we made a second kind of stuffing, this one sweet – with bits of onion, pear and roasted hazelnuts mixed in. I cut no corners. We put the giant turkey in the oven early, at 325 degrees, for slow-roasting with basting, over 6 leisurely hours.
Everyone delivered. My husband’s sister made everyone’s favorite potatoes. My mom and my sister baked desserts. The guys carried chairs, helped with the table and poured drinks. We played music and, for one day, forgot about my medical stuff. I had bandages tucked in under a flannel shirt, but I was OK. Glad to be there, here, as I am now, today.
This week hasn’t been easy for your author. I had a flare of my diverticulitis. Then yesterday, after I came home from teaching a class, I fell backwards on a washed floor. Slammed down. Fortunately, nothing’s broken that wasn’t before. I just need to take it easy – always a challenge for an ambitious person – and can’t swim for just a few days.
Medical Lesson – a reminder – for me: Remember to be careful; don’t ignore your health. #Balance.
Meanwhile, some of my loved ones need care now. What can I say, except that I am appreciative for all the doctors, nurses and others who are working today at the hospital, helping them and others to heal.
I wish a happy Thanksgiving to everyone.