WARNING: This blog may contain complaining and be written in a whiney tone that may get on the nerves of those people who have never had or have never been around children. If you read on, you’ve been warned!

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It’s a challenge to be thankful when I feel like my leg is being broken every minute of every day. It’s tough to be thankful when my conscripted doctor won’t see me about said leg for three weeks. It’s really hard to be thankful when I’m nauseous and vomiting and unable to eat or drink anything. It’s difficult to be thankful when I end up dehydrated with a migraine that makes me feel even worse than I did before. And then I remember…..

the last good memory of watching TV with my kids, seeing fairies flying around the room and seeing stripes on my husband’s face, seeing clouds on the ceiling, seeing my brain on the monitor as dye was injected into it while Dr. Balbaki told jokes, hearing the words ‘blood clot’ and ‘brain’ in the same sentence, waking up and realizing that I can’t see out of the right sides of my eyes or feel the right side of my body, teaching myself to walk and read and write again.

And then it’s not hard at all to be thankful; it's really quite automatic!Thankful to be breathing and living and laughing and loving and growing older and making memories and making mistakes. Thankful to be a wife and a mother and a daughter and a sister and a child of God.

Thankful just to be here to able to be!