I'm a little baffled by the fact that I'm almost at two THOUSAND days of kicking cancer's ass. That is the ultimate Christmas miracle and there isn't a single day that I take it for granted.
This is my sixth Christmas since I was diagnosed with cancer. Five years ago I was recovering from 16 weeks of chemo. Four years ago I was recovering from reconstruction surgery. Three years ago I was recovering from yet another surgery. Two years ago Hubby was recovering from neck surgery. Last year was probably the most uneventful Christmas we'd had in a long time.... until this year.
Life is.... pretty much normal. We are busy. The kids have a ton of activities. Hubby and I are busy at work. We watch football. I read books. He watches murder mysteries. We go out to eat and spend time with friends and complain about how tired we are. It.Is.FANTASTIC.
Yesterday I cooked a ham dinner for the Burleson family Christmas, with Hubby's dad, brother, sister-in-law and nephew. Last night we brought K back out to hang out with her friend P, and we stayed and visited for a while. Lots of stories, lots of laughs.
Today, as we always do, we celebrated a Norwegian Little Christmas by opening our stockings this morning. We visited the cemetary to bring flowers to Hubby's mom (today is her birthday) and his brother.
Our friends invited our family to join theirs for Christmas Eve dinner at Bonzai (Japanese hibachi). Then we went to look at Christmas lights downtown before coming home to open new Christmas pjs.
There is nothing glamorous about my life and I am perfectly happy with that. I'm looking forward to a quiet, cozy Christmas Eve at home, and more of the same for Christmas day.
I'm so grateful to be here, alive and well, one thousand nine hundred and forty days after that awful day. I hope everyone fighting the beast is able to take one day to celebrate life.... their life and the birth of Jesus. Life isn't always easy, but it is worth it.
Every day is a gift. Merry Christmas to everyone I love.
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