"Luti, what are you thankful for?"

Luti's my nickname if ya didn't figure that one out by now.  What was my answer?  "You wanna ask someone with Fibro what they're thankful for?  Drugs!"  I don't know why, but Thanksgiving is nauseatingly cheesy to me.  Yes, yes, I'm grateful.  All the time, not just 'cause of the turkey.  :)  Today really did have me thinking about what I'm grateful for, though.  My sister's answer to that question?  Her health.  I shot her a dirty glare and told her how lucky she was.  I also told her I'm very grateful she has her health, too.  I hope it's something she never loses.  I hope she'll NEVER understand what I go through.  And in a family ravaged with heart problems, breast cancer, and lots of auto-immune diseases, I cannot stress enough how much I pray she'll never experience these things.  We watched family home videos today.  My sister and I kept saying, wow, look at me before Fibro.  It was weird seeing how much energy I had.  Everything that would normally hurt me now, I'd say, "ouch, Fibro!"  For our Thanksgiving feast, I was seated in the middle of the table, which meant the middle leg on the table was touching my leg.  Ouch!  Really, who hurts from rubbing the table?  This lady, and badly, too, I might add.  I'm not right.  Not right in all the ways you need to be right.  :)  Eh, such is life.  I am terribly grateful, though.  I know I complain a lot, but I am grateful.  Grateful for a whole lot.  I am seriously excited about something, too.  Grateful for this one!  Not gonna say now what it is, but if it goes through, I'll share.  Super excited, wish me luck, hoping all goes as I plan.