I just want I say that three years ago was (what would turn out to be) my mom’s last Thanksgiving before she died of cancer in the following spring. We all kind of knew it — especially as she deteriorated quickly while traveling over the holidays — but didn’t want to admit it.
I just remember being filled with so much anger over that holiday — at my mom’s illness, that her doctor let her travel at the onset of a new chemo round during flu season, at my dad’s refusal to listen to me say that maybe she shouldn’t travel anywhere right then — that the only thing I could do to avoid having a meltdown in front of my extended family was focus on cheerleading. I just needed something fun and not scary to focus on, otherwise I’d spiral. So I was literally on FB the whole weekend. I remember holing myself up in my aunt’s bathroom and watching TG’s showcase over and over (it was the Karate Kid year) and interacting with you people to keep sane. And it was exactly what I need to scrape by.
So thanks, total internet strangers. You’re the best.