Thanksgiving

I just looked, and it has been too long. I stopped blogging for a bit. It became a chore. When something you love becomes a chore, I find it best to take a step back and do other things until that something becomes something you want to do again.

So, I'm back.

The past couple of months have kind of been a mess. I think my mind has been in about 50 places. I ended up dealing with things by doing my version of hiding. I take on too much. Every day of the week I had something. If it wasn't running 6 miles, it was meeting up with friends for 3 hours etc. This finally all caught up with me in November.

My sister got sick again. Her breast cancer came back. The only reason I knew was she texted me about a picture she wanted, and at the bottom she put she was getting her implants redone the next week. I thought to myself "why is she getting them redone??" So, of course I called her.

She acted very non-chalant and explained that during her annual visit with the oncologist, after a series of tests, they just decided to give her a second mastectomy. Also, since its been a couple of years, and she is going to need a new implant, they were going to give her a new one and replace the old. Oh, and take out a bunch of lymph nodes while they were at it. Nothing big.

I kept it all in and talked along with her like it was nothing big. I got off the phone, went to bed, went to work the next day, and proceeded to have a breakdown. Thank god we have the lactation room. At least I had a place to hide out.

Anyway, she finally had the surgery, and of course I have another breakdown outside of Houston's when I hear she isn't doing well. I'm way too emotional for my own good. Unfortunately, Houston's doesn't have a lactation room. They have a 2 hour wait.

So, time moves on and Thanksgiving is coming. No one seems to have any plans. I was thinking I would just orphan it in Dallas. When you say something like that, the offers to take you in come out of the woodwork.

Originally, I had agreed to go with Julie to her families Thanksgiving in Emory. Then, my sister calls and said it was decided that everyone was going to meet in Houston. She and her husband were driving down from Little Rock, and Alex was flying in from Sweden. If he could fly in from Sweden, I could drive 4 hours home.

My poor mom had a week to figure out how to cook for 9 people.

And here I sit. 4 hours later and a Bucees t-shirt. I'm home. Let the dysfunctional fun begin.