This Christmas is my first Christmas past my "expiration" date or hospice date of December, 2018.
Actually I am calling it my "first" Christmas. On a Facebook post in the group "Jean's Bucket List", I posted that I wanted cards to celebrate. It has been shared 145 times the last time I looked. Not bad for a no body.
To be honest, I was hoping the cards would come in and help boost my spirit. I won't lie, this is a weird way to celebrate a holiday. The first one past when I was expected to be dead?
I find myself on an emotional rollercoaster. And no where on this trip is the holiday spirit showing its merry little head.
Bailey |
I'm grateful I am still here, but I also feel guilty I am still here. So many that had cancer are not. Why am I? I keep saying I am still here because I need to be a pain in the butt for my son and daughter. Which, I pray I am not.
People keep asking me what I am going to do for the holidays. The week before I will be able to spend time with my son, still working on a way to see my daughter, schedules interfere. On the day itself? December 25th? I will be home with my two dogs. There is a maybe of meeting a friend for dinner, she's spending the day with her dog too.
I have a good life. Not every exciting, but I have a roof over my head (thanks to my son), and loveable
Sasha |
Huh, right now I feel better, so I am off to vacuum and do some laundry.
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