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Five days after my mom’s chemo, my brother, Deno, flew home to Michigan. We were going to celebrate an early Thanksgiving with all three of my rowdy, hairy, Greek brothers in town.

My mom had already endured a hysterectomy, two chemotherapies, and lost her thick, dark locks. And because her white blood count plummeted, she had to get a shot after chemo to keep her immune system stable. Only, it ravaged her body more than just chemo alone. The pain pierced through tissue and muscles—right to her bones. Pulling herself out of the cloud of white blankets was grueling. But after a few days, the effects from the shot began to slowly wear off and she was ready for an early Thanksgiving.

And despite her lingering pain, my mom did what any Greek mother would do if her son flew home—she cooked lamb.

With my brothers, my two small kids, and our grumpy 80-year-old father, the house was a sitcom. Wine, laughter, gyro meat, tantrums, and a teething baby all stole the limelight from our elegant matriarch with cancer.

In the kitchen, my mom seasoned the lamb shanks and I chopped the garlic. I stood to wash my sticky fingers while Deno brought in the bottle of red wine for the lamb. He put his arm around my mom at the stove as she began to braise the shanks with steel tongs. A teal fleece hat covered her cold, bald head as she cooked and gave small orders in her territory—her kitchen.

The uncles gave airplane rides to the toddler and we all passed around the black-haired baby like a baton. The smell of garlic and lamb filled the house. The day was loud. The day was perfect.

On the crowded dinner table, my mom also placed fasolakia (a green bean dish) and tiropita (cheese pie). We crammed the highchair between two uncles and slapped a booster seat on a chair—eager to glide our forks into the more-than-tender lamb. After we all settled into our spots, silence fell. We looked to our mom, but it was our dad who prayed. “Thank you to Mom—whose strength never ceases.” The rest of us didn’t say anything, but I’m sure we all pondered the same thing.

I wonder if this will be our last Thanksgiving with Mom.

After our Greek Thanksgiving, the bones from the lamb sat on our plates—nothing else. My mom stood and tried to grab my brother’s plate. But he put out his hand stopping her. We made my mom sit down after dinner. My brothers and my husband cleared the table and did the dishes.

But it wasn’t always this way.

Growing up, the six of us ate as a family every single night. Despite soccer practices, games, and choir for my mom, she always squeezed in time for us to eat around that table—together. My mom would cook Grecian chicken, dolmades (grape leaves), pastitsio (Greek lasagna), and more. We never helped. We grumbled, actually. We grumbled about setting the table. We grumbled about clearing the table. And we grumbled about doing the dishes.

We were thankless.

Every Thanksgiving as kids, my mom stood on her sore, bunioned feet all day. The boys took turns dozing on the couch while watching the Detroit Lions lost. My mom would bring in homemade crab dip to wake them up. As the only daughter, I’d crawl out of my book to set the table or chop the veggies, but my mom, she’s the one who did it all. When our plates were bare, we all crept back to the couches while my mom did the dishes. And after the kitchen shined, she sliced the pumpkin and banana cream pies. We crammed a little more into our bellies and then played Sequence or gin rummy with an old Rocky movie playing in the background.

My mom carefully molded these Thanksgiving memories for us. But we took her for granted.

Her spoiled kids could never reciprocate that love until adulthood—until we were forced to picture a Thanksgiving without her. It took cancer to truly thank our mother.

As my mother’s daughter, I cook, too. Not the elaborate meals like my mom, but I cook. And my husband prompts the kids to thank me. Some evenings, at 3- and 5-years-old, they don’t even need to be cued. And my kids clear the table (with grumbles, of course) and my husband does the dishes. I’ll never understand what it was like for my mom—to feel that unappreciated. I regret ever making her feel that way.

But we got lucky.

Three years after the Greek Thanksgiving, my mom’s energy—and hair—have returned. She still uses those steel tongs to cook too much on holidays or whenever my brothers fly home. We lecture her to sit down, but with her feistiness back, she never listens. We still eat all of the food and nap on the couches.

But now, we always do the dishes.

Originally published on Motherly

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Angela Anagnost-Repke

Angela-Anagnost Repke is a writer and writing instructor dedicated to raising two empathetic children. She hopes that her graduate degrees in English and counseling help her do just that. Since the pandemic, Angela and her family have been rejuvenated by nature and moved to northern Michigan to allow the waves of Lake Michigan to calm their spirits. She has been published in Good Housekeeping, Good Morning America, ABC News, Parents, Romper, and many more. She is currently at-work on her nonfiction parenting book, Wild Things by Nature: How an Unscientific Parent Can Give Nature to Their Wild Things. Follow Angela on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram  

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