A Coronavirus Cornucopia: Finding Thankfulness in Chaos

A Coronavirus Cornucopia: Finding Thankfulness in Chaos
A week from today is Thanksgiving in the United States. Because I’ll be taking a holiday from writing my column, I wanted to count my blessings this week. I’m a liver transplant recipient with Crohn’s in the middle of a pandemic and a contentious presidential election. What do I have to be thankful for? When I decided to go into self-quarantine at the beginning of March, I didn’t know I would still be homebound almost nine months later. I fondly remember my last week of uninhibited freedom. My husband and I participated in our first 5K to support colon cancer awareness. After the race, we had breakfast at Threadgill’s, a legendary treasure in Austin, Texas, and one of our favorite restaurants. Except for my weight gain, my transplant hepatologist gave me a clean bill of health at my annual appointment. During my Thursday morning grocery shopping, I was able to find everything on my list. The week ended with dinner with our friends and their teenagers. Then pandemic pandemonium hit. People hoarded inflammatory bowel disease essentials like toilet paper and hand sanitizer. I had the worst flare in years. My elevated liver enzymes forced me out of seclusion to get bloodwork. In May, my full-time job cut my salary and hours and then eliminated my position entirely in July. I had to train my husband to shop for groceries my way, comparing prices and using digital coupons. Threadgill’s, along with other Austin institutions, shuttered its doors. Despite the hand that 2020 has dealt me thus far, I am thankful. I’m thankful others have walked a mile in my shoes I don’t consider myself a germaphobe, but Crohn’s and my liver transplant have made me extremely cautious. I sanitize my hands after touching any public surface. I press elevator butt
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