Prose – My Own Private Thanksgiving Parade

It’s been quite a while since I posted anything personal here. I think in my last personal post I talked about my fiancé going through a serious health challenge. As the only thing certain in life is change, so too, have we gone through changes.

First off, Frank’s treatments for aplastic anemia are working and he only needs to visit his doctors at Dana-Farber in Boston once a month. Eventually he will wean off his medication, and in the spirit of Thanksgiving this is a near miracle we are both blessed and grateful for. His humor has endured throughout, and his spirit and tenacity are to be marveled at. He has never complained. Not once.

During the height of the danger of his illness and treatments, we moved in together to an apartment in a neighboring town. Neither of us could move ourselves, though I did pack myself, and we had another blessing of family and friends who combined the muscle and finance and emotional support to make our move possible. I’m giving thanks to all of them, and for the good fortune of finding a place which is like a palace to us.

The environment of the complex we used to live in was dirty and unkempt. I cherish some of the friends I made there, however we had a dream of living together and after six months of research I found our home.

The people here are happy and happy for a reason. It’s gorgeous, it’s wooded, it’s clean, and it’s beyond our greatest dreams. It has aided in restoring both of us in our health, both emotional and physical. Unlike so many at this holiday season, we feel safe and live in a protected place which makes us feel proud. Living in this way gives a person a certain wealth of self-esteem mixed with humility. We are lucky in so many, many ways I only wish for everyone else in our restricted financial position.

Happiness cannot be bought or sold or acquired through nice places to live or hefty incomes. I believe it comes through directing one’s life toward choices which add a probability of happiness, in spite of the challenges within each life. In order to do this we need a clear vision of our goals and the ability to calculate the moves toward attaining those goals one small step at a time.

For hungry and oppressed people, this clarity is usually mired by the strength it takes to survive.

This Thanksgiving I want to thank all those who made it possible for Frank and I to attain our happiness in our two lives shared now as one. You are most cherished and counted among the most broad terms of our support system.

For the hungry and alone, I am thinking of you at all times. This holiday is one of gratitude for me for the health and wealth which surrounds me and I honor you in your personhood and dignity of purpose.

Much Love,

Gail

5 thoughts on “Prose – My Own Private Thanksgiving Parade

  1. Fantastic news Gail. 😀
    It’s great to have verified, what I already know…Miracles do happen. 😉
    I obviously don’t know Frank or what he has been through but it sounds as if he has two characteristics/qualities which someone facing health trials needs…optimism and an ability to fight.
    Good to hear he is overcoming his health problems and very warming to hear that love surrounds you both in the form of real help and assistance from family and friends.

    Loving your take on happiness, even in the seemingly materialistic world we are living in, more people are realising that true happiness comes from the good we do to and receive from others and the love which is shared with the connections we make whether on a friendship or romantic level.

    Have a great weekend. 🙂

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