Yes, the turkey was good.
There was a lot of anticipation leading up to the meal. I struggled the urge to workout too much. I struggled to not restrict the days leading up to the big meal. And I talked with my fiancee about what was going to be served (her mother was cooking).
I had a lot to cope with on Nov. 27. Thankfully, I was with a gracious family who loved me.
This is the first holiday season I've experienced post-treatment. I learned the importance of a companion. Someone who was with me every meal, every difficult moment. Her persence was invaluable, irreplaceable.
We would process as a coping skill before and after meals. Even during dessert I was a little less anxious just because someone was around who knew what I was feeling.
If you had a tough time over Thanksgiving, I would recommend telling a friend or companion how meals and eating make you feel, just to get it out there. At the very least you care share sympathetic glances from across the table.
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