This morning, I woke very early with extreme nausea. I wasn’t sure if I could get out of bed, let alone write a column. However, I will give this my best shot.

This morning, I woke very early with extreme nausea. I wasn’t sure if I could get out of bed, let alone write a column. However, I will give this my best shot.

Before I proceed forward with my Thanksgiving story, I’d like to review the focus of the column’s four weeks of service opportunities.

If you recall, I made mention of local needs and called this effort, “Sharing Christmas Joy.”

The first is a young man with autism who lives in a mobile home alone with his older father. Dad recently had a heart attack and has poor health.

This special son is not verbal. He has a tremendous need to be able to communicate. This young man needs an iPad – these tablet devices have all kinds of applications that can help “unlock” those with special needs.

We have received four donations so far. If you are interested in donating any amount toward the purchase of an iPad for this young man, please send your donation (made out to Jackson County Family Week-iPad) to Jackson County Family Week, PMB 271, 790 W. U.S. 40, Blue Springs, MO 64015. A special thank you to those who have donated.

My second week focus is Community Services League’s annual “Christmas Store.” For 20 years, CSL has been sponsoring the store, where local families can shop at no cost for Christmas gifts. Last year, more than 300 families were blessed by donations of clothing, shoes, toys or cash.

For five years, Blue Springs Assembly, under the direction of a very loving pastor, John Martz, has been hosting the “Christmas Store” for CSL. Please assist the needy and contribute to Community Services League by calling 816-229-0333 or Blue Springs Assembly at 816-847-0200.

Back to the flu.

This past week has been a wonderful week with five grandchildren and seven adult children in the house. We had people sleeping everywhere, including my bedroom.

I borrowed Carol’s preschool cots and allowed the three grandsons, 7, 5, and 3, to bunk by the end of my bed.

I loved listening to them talk at night and share their happy and ornery stories. Until the second night – at about 2 a.m., I could hear that all-too-familiar, gagging, heaving and throwing up.

Dallin was the first. He was sick all over the cots, blankets, carpet and bathroom ... enough said.

We started the laundry, then, put Dallin to bed with a plastic bowl.

The next night, it was 11-month-old Brooke. She emerged from a very messy crib, adjacent to Mommy and Daddy. Laundry, hugging and sterilizing took place. We handed Mommy a plastic bowl.

The third night, it was 5-year-old Cade – cots, blankets and bathroom, again. We bathed and gave Cade the plastic bowl and fresh bedding.

The fourth night it was son Josh, who came running in the front door, on Thanksgiving morning, yelling, “Look out!” He barely made it to the bathroom. Apparently, as Josh was driving back from the airport after picking up Chase, he had to stop the car several times. I handed Josh the plastic bowl.

Finally, Thanksgiving Day arrived. No one was sick.

We sat down to sweet potatoes, rolls, turkey, dressing, brussel spouts, pies, the whole gamut. We blessed the food and shared special admirations about the person sitting to our right. We reversed the direction and complimented the person to the left. It was a wonderful meal – until Cade got sick on the Thanksgiving table. We grabbed the bowl ...

Well, I’m feeling a little queasy.

The moral of this story: I have a new name for my special sickness plastic.

It’s called the Turkey Bowl.