Thanksgiving 2019
Thanksgiving this year is going to be a little different.
Thanksgiving 2018
Thanksgiving in 2019 was much as usual. In 2018, we were able to go to my mom’s for Thanksgiving and that was rather different as we’d not been able to in many years.
Thanksgiving 2017
This year I thought I’d be on my own as my husband was in a rehab unit.
Thanksgiving 2016
In 2016 my sister was out and we had a larger than normal Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving 2015
Zack and his family had invited me to come to them, but with my husband coming home on Monday, and there being 8 people from different places, I’d pretty much decided it wasn’t a good idea.
Thanksgiving 2014
Thanksgiving 2014 was different as we haven’t done turkey in years. We like it as one meal, but to eat the leftovers, none of us liked it enough, and it would go to waste. So we’d have something different each year, pork tenderloin or lobster, or whatever suited our fancy.
But in 2014 a friend of mine who lives alone wanted a real Thanksgiving dinner and was willing to buy the turkey and take the leftovers home. So we had turkey with her.
Thanksgiving 2008
We always got things for all the animals for Thanksgiving. For the chickens it was squash seeds and rinds, an apple, and other goodies.
This year the chickens are at Tom’s, so that’s different.
Thanksgiving 2008
The cows got warm mashes with apples and carrots when we had our own cows. But no cows this year.
Thanksgiving 2002
The table is set nicely for 4 so we must have had a guest in 2002, but I’ve forgotten who.
Bryde Thanksgiving 2017
This year is different because we got some really bad news late Wednesday afternoon. The reason things have taken so long for my husband’s treatment is because they never intended to treat him. No one told us this. Not since October 10th, has anyone said they would not consider treating his cancer.
A Physician’s Assistant called me late Wednesday and was harping on hospice. I didn’t know why she kept doing that. We didn’t need hospice, he was going to have chemo in 2 weeks if he was strong enough. She said to call the doctors, but what she saw in the record from the hospital didn’t look good…
So I called everyone I could late on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, hoping SOMEONE would call me and straighten this out. They did. No plan for treatment, the chemo is ONLY to reduce pain.
And NO ONE would tell how long he has. NOT ONE PERSON.
And the worst part? He didn’t know. He’d suffered all that pain and misery in the hospital because he thought he was coming home for treatment. No one told him.
So I called the nursing home and told them I would be there, I needed a private place to be able to tell him this. They could not provide it. I was LIVID! I had to tell him in his room with is demented roommate listening in.
He decided then and there that there was no need for him to be in that horrible place any longer. And he signed himself out AMA but with all his meds to get him through until nursing can start next week.
Tom and Arissa were the transport and helped get the living room relatively safe for him for the night. Arissa stayed to take the first 3 med deliveries for him.
I sent her to bed at 2:30 when I woke up, too wired and angry to sleep any more. We had worked out the schedule for the first day before I went to bed at 8:30 Wednesday night. He was in pain then, waiting for meds to kick in, as he was probably off schedule. They had not sent his pain meds schedule with us.
But the meds kicked in, and we stuck to our new schedule and he slept most of the night.
Thanksgiving will be spent making things safe and easy for him, with grab bars for the toilet, figuring out a urinal for when he hurts too much to get to the toilet, and cleaning out the living room so it’s safer for him.
We might even manage to fix some sort of meal, though I really didn’t have anything planned or made.
So Thanksgiving is different this year. But we are together, as we’ve always been since 1974.