It's Turkey Day, but not for me.
After an ER visit on Monday night, I'm just starting to eat things like saltines and dry toast. For 2 days it was just liquids.
We were supposed to host Thanksgiving as we always do, but my mother-in-law was kind enough to move it to her house. And now I can't even be there. H. and E. just left and I feel very sad that I'm here alone. I tried to get dressed and go, but I just couldn't stay standing long enough.
This is the first Thanksgiving in a long time that I didn't feel confused about the secular nature of the holiday. I guess because I wasn't getting the table ready for a big meal and lots of family, it didn't feel like a Yom Tov. Usually both H. and I spend Thanksgiving constantly surprised that we aren't in shul or that it's okay to write.
Despite being alone, I'm still thankful for many things: my wonderful husband and son, our families, a house that keeps us warm and dry, good food to eat (when I'm better), and health that although it isn't tip-top right now, could certainly be far worse. And I'm thankful it isn't.