First cancer mets Thanksgiving memory...empathy for turkeys

[Lisa]

I was diagnosed with my metastatic cancer close to Thanksgiving. It had been 3 1/2 years since my original diagnosis and thought myself "cured." By the actual holiday, I had become convinced that I couldn't eat meat, drink wine or eat sugary foods -- EVER. I was so set in these beliefs that I remember walking down the grocery store aisle shopping for "THE MEAL" and crying, because there was so little I could buy.

Well, that was then and now is now. Now, I'll eat anything you serve me for Thanksgiving and I actually give thanks that I'm still around to eat at all.

If you're new at this cancer thing, let yourself relax and enjoy. Remember, you can complain because roses have thorns or rejoice because thorns have roses.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Love and light to all.

Lisa