I’m remembering last year’s Valentine’s Day as one where I wasn’t up for much of anything. But, still, my guys made sure I was surrounded by love. A quiet night and day at home, my favorite gift was from my teenager, who bought me a pinwheel–something I’ve loved since my earliest childhood memories, and I had to wonder how how knew, then realized of course my husband knew me better than anyone and now so does my child.
I cooked something unmemorable last year as my contribution to the holiday, but both my guys pretended it was the best treat ever. We watched a movie, all cuddled up on my bed I think. I fell asleep during the middle of it (much like I do now, and did last night when my husband’s and my date night turned into watching Salt, an amazing girl-antihero movie that I still managed to doze through because my energy level craps out too early most days). Nothing flashy. Nothing special, because I wasn’t up to it. Just family. Just love at it simplest.
I’d just heard last year this time that what we’d thought might be a horrible year wrapped up in fighting a cancer diagnosis would instead be a dance around a treatable, if chronic condition. We didn’t know yet how very ill having poorly-treated thyroid dysfunction could make a person, or how bad my “world-class” endocrinologist would turn out to be as a diagnostician beyond the rock-star care he provided right up to my surgery. Things were starting to look brighter for all of us last Valentine’s day, and even stuck at home and not able to get back into the swing of my life I was nonetheless surrounded by everything I needed as we cuddled close and I was so grateful for the normalcy of having my husband and teen beside me and knowing everything was going to be okay.
A year later, if you’ve been following me that long, you know how rocky 2010 became beyond that seminal hearts and flowers and we’re-on-our-way moment. Practically everything’s changed since then. (more…)












