Last night, our good friend and neighbor, Adrienne, left a nourishing meal, high in iron, at our front door, as has been the case, once or twice weekly.
This morning, when Will placed Adrienne’s clean containers outside, he found a gift of love left by the good fairy. Though he was stymied, I laughed and was not, being that Adrienne and I had exchanged texts concerning snacks that defy self control. So, just as last night’s dinner was delish, this afternoon will see me tempted by chocolate and chips.
As Will and I can’t even begin to express how much Adrienne’s friendship has done to ease our way through one of our lives most trying times, my husband has begun to refer to our dear friend as
The GFF.
The Good Food Fairy
So far, today is shaping up to be a no worse day than yesterday, which is okay by me considering miseries experienced the days before.
Will, whose record-keeping extraordinaire concerning my appointments, is meticulous, thinks that week after next, I’ll have one last infusion of chemo (not the full round of two) followed by several weeks of rest preceding our flying to Houston for surgery.
With a slew of tests coming up—CT of my chest, 3D cardiac MRI, pulmonary function, PET scan and more—these last vital steps before surgery are becoming VERY real, which sees me in need of mustering an enhancement of courage. So, while remaining focused on today, I remind myself to drink lots of water to ensure that the invasive nature of this tumor ‘floats peaceably out of my body’ once anesthesia, better known as the Sandman, carries me ever so gently into dreamland.
Thank goodness for imagination tempering reality, which, left to its own devices, might scare courage away ...
Annie
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