I've been struggling for a while with the impulses that gratitude inspires, and the fear that in thanking the many people who have been so kind to me in the past few weeks, I am going to seem to be asking for more.
It's a quandary. Do I want to sound greedy? Or do I want to seem ungrateful?
Having spent much more time than I should in hovering between the two, I will now err on the side of expressing my feelings.
I am so grateful to all the lovely people who have been sending messages of encouragement and support. I cannot express what each and every kind word has meant to me during this very difficult time in my life. I know now that I do not walk alone, and that understanding is infinitely precious.
That said, I also feel the need to acknowledge the extra thoughtfulness and effort that some people have gone to in order to shine extra light in this rather dark time. I am unendingly grateful to Nancy and Tom for their gift of art and inspiration; to Pat, Dori, Annie and Pat F. for their ongoing advice and support; to Timary for her encouragement and tutelage; to the Paos and to Gretchen for their invaluable gifts of laughter and fun; to Deb M. for providing something to occupy the hands while the mind is full; to Carol Lee, Stephanie, Jane and Timary for helping me breathe just that little bit easier as the medical expenses mount; to Jane, Denise and Nancy who are giving me something to look forward to (see you all at Shepherd's Harvest!)... and to all the women I've met online who are traveling on the same road, and sharing the same burdens.
And most of all, I need to thank my family for their patience and love and support. Especially my mom, who has been there with me every step of the way and never lets me fall.
You are all a light and a blessing, and the world is a better place because you are in it.