Adam started chemo again this week.
We were on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
THANKFULLY, we got off for Thanksgiving.
And we're back at it again on Monday and Tuesday of next week.
Somehow I got sick in the middle of it all.
Cold symptoms and then a fever.
It's one thing when you're married for three weeks and your hubs gets diagnosed with cancer; but it's a whole different thing when you can't sleep together because you're ill.
You see, a cold to me, can be deadly to him.
Thus, the reason all doctors and nurses warn him to be careful around the holidays of all the people and all the germs.
If he gets a fever of 100 degrees, emergency room it is.
And so, to prevent the previous from occuring,
We are just a bunch of sick-o's this week.
Regardless, today was the best thanksgiving I have ever had.
Perhaps when you're needing the blessings they fall more abundantly.
Or perhaps when you've been humbled you recognize them more frequently.
Which ever it may be,
May we always show appreciation for the miracles we receive, no matter how big or how small.