Today there will be no turkey in the oven, or pies to cool. Today there will be no table of food sitting before our hungry eyes, or the cheer of laughter coming from the dining room. Today, we will not be unbuttoning our pants after a feast too big, or napping on the couch from the sheer bliss of a perfect day.
No, today will be spent within the four walls of my sister’s pediatric hospital room; the room that has become our home over the last month. Today will be spent watching her pain hit, unable to help, and feeling the burn in our stomach that comes with the helplessness eating us away. Today will be wishing we could magically create a turkey dinner that could fit down her feeding tube. Today will be another day of wishing we had something to be thankful for.
I want to let the anger consume me. I want to become dark, to let the evil surrounding us finally win. I want to throw my hands in the air and give up.
My sister, my beautiful sister, lays in that bed with the determination of a godly creature. She fights on and through, marching through her fear and tears, not giving up. And so I will follow her lead. I will be thankful today. I will be thankful that she is not dying. I will be thankful that I have a mother and husband that offer support. I will be thankful that we bond together through this. I will be thankful that my sister does not give up. I will be thankful that I have the pleasure of being her sister. I will be thankful that I have a life that allows me to be here with & for her. I will be thankful that, on this Thanksgiving day, we are together.