Where did my gratitude go? I swear I left it right here somewhere...
can anyone relate to that feeling of getting through a bloody battle of all the treatment, the horror, the fight, and then that awesome feeling of sheer happy gratitude after it’s over? and you wan...
@Sister I just had to share! This post is about how valid it is to feel ungrateful about where we are now with bc, and we're finding ourselves sharing things that make us feel grateful for where we once were. I grew up on the Atherton Tableland, NQ. This was our Josephine, brought home late one night as a tiny joey by my uncle. Coming home from a night fishing-trip, his headlights caught a kangaroo jumping across the road and she was killed. In her pouch was Josephine, who found a warm home hanging in a bag near the wood stove. She lived with us for three years until she was ready to mate and went off. She came back to visit twice. She used to jump on my brother's bed and lie with him as he was reading after school. She followed us around the yard like a dog when we were playing outside.
