I am thankful that I have life. For this, I owe first and foremost my parents. (Plus a few megayears of human evolution and some cultural pressures that brought their lineages together — come on, I am a genre writer.)
I also owe my continued life to lasirenadolce, the ER team at OHSU, and Dr. Herzig, my cancer surgeon, and so I will be eternally thankful to each of them.
I am thankful for all the gifts which cancer has brought me, a malignant Santa Claus come down the chimney of my colon to change my life.
I am thankful for my daughter, who reminds me every day that those megayears of human evolution have a point, which is to create more human evolution, in my case in the form of 90 pounds of emotionally transitioning, off-the-wall, brilliant, beautiful, loving child.
I am thankful for the people I love, and the people who love me. Most of you know who you are.
I am thankful for the fiction I write, those who see fit to publish it, and most especially those who enjoy reading it. Heck, I’m even thankful for those of you who read it and don’t enjoy it.
I am thankful for a good job, a nice house, plenty to eat, decent health, an interesting life, friends both close and distant, and especially you who are reading this today.
Most of all, I am thankful that I have a today. Because without the day, there would be no thanks for me.