*I’m grateful for five years of love, compassion, support, encouragement, and honesty. I’m grateful for a partner who is my perfect half, the yin to my yang, the balance to my chaos, the arms that hold me up when I want to fall.
*I’m grateful for medical staff who are caring, who listen, who show the appropriate amount of concern for a potentially urgent problem.
*I’m grateful his heart is healthy.
*I’m grateful for friends who can talk to me about our doggies, our crappy over-achieving immune systems, and how to balance treatment options with managing a life.
*I’m grateful for new antibiotics that seem to finally be kicking this massive sinus infection’s wicked booty.
*I’m grateful for insurance that covers the spendier antibiotics required.
*I’m grateful he is strong enough to worry about me. It gives me strength when it’s my turn to worry about him.
*I’m grateful for memories that still ache my heart. They remind me I haven’t become so callous in what is an increasingly negative world.
*I’m grateful for gin rummy, popcorn and chocolate, football on our tv kinda afternoons that help to ease my grief.
*I’m grateful for a son who remembers to text his mama. For a son who still tells me he loves me.
*I’m grateful that I have my son, even while I mourn my daughter.
*I’m grateful for Cathy. I’m grateful for her generosity, her understanding, and for her adopting me into her family.
*I’m grateful for love, in all its many forms, and all the ways it has manifested in my life, especially in the last week or so.