Yes, I am thankful. One would think that after the week I had with falling down the stairs and the bad mammogram (more on that later) I'd be in a foul mood. It started out that way, believe me.
But now, as the week draws to an end I am thinking about how bad things *could have* been vs. how wonderful they are, really, and I am thankful.
Yeah, I took quite a fall. And while I am still sore here on day 5, nothing was broken or permanently damaged. For that I am thankful.
The morning after the fall, on the way to school, another car ran the notorious stop sign by the rail road crossing. But I saw him and stopped only a few feet into the intersection. He stopped too, screeching and apologetic. Very close call, but again I am thankful for those few seconds.
Last Friday's mammogram needed a re-take due to some dense tissue and lumpiness that runs in my family.... That had me worried nonetheless. All of the What Ifs that start running through your mind. Breast Cancer with a four year old is not something I can even fathom. The fact that they let me go a full week between appointments reassured me a little that they weren't expecting The Worst. But still, anyone who has been through the wait knows it sucks. Yesterday, I got the "all clear" til next year! Phew!
Please please please get a mammogram ladies, this is not something to put off! Thanking my lucky stars on this one!
Last night, my dear little daughter was fooling around in the living room, jumping and dancing as usual when I hear a bang and a cry. Oh, man, I run in and she's lying on the ground next to the coffee table. "I hit my forehead Mommy!!!!!!!!! It hurts!!" I don't see anything right away because I'm looking at her actual forehead. Well, the bridge of her nose was already swelling and was bruised so we spent the rest of the night with an ice pack. No bleeding, and thankfully, no ER visit for this child yet.
Often I think of all the children out there who are going through "things" involving hospitals and medicine and lots of doctors visits; some of them just take it all in stride because that's all they know. Then I look at my child and feel so so blessed, so lucky that she is a healthy and happy girl. The healthy and happy girl who won't even take a grape-flavored ibuprofen "I don't like pills, Momma". I am blessed and thankful for my daughter's health, and for that I couldn't be happier.
What are you thankful for?