Back to the Future: A History of Thanksgiving
On my counter sits two bags of delicious homemade bread. My fridge boasts a beautiful display of homemade roasted pepper soup made by one of the very talented local authors of Mennonite Girls Can Cook. Last night we devoured plates of roasted potatoes, walnut chocolate chip cookies, and ‘easy lasagna’ casserole, all cooked fresh by a very dear friend of our family.
And right now I’m lightly cleaning up for the arrival of some of our favorite people ever – whom we also happen to be related to. These amazing friends and relatives are bringing every last inch of Thanksgiving dinner to us.
Wow.
All of this comes on the heels of the best news I’ve heard in the last few months: my prolactin levels were normal.
That means, no tumor.
At least, not in my pituitary gland.
It wouldn’t technically have been cancer, and it wouldn’t technically have been in my brain, but the thought of operating inside my skull – and the thought of something growing inside my skull, affecting how I thought, saw, and did things – really shook me.
The thought of another cancer or almost cancer made my brain – and heart – hurt.
David texted me the news on Thursday morning: I called the doctor. Pit levels are good. Read more
Lana Meredith 