I made it through round 2. One small scare in the wee hours of the morning Monday relating to dehydration and the ‘rea that brought it on, but otherwise, so far, I’m smooth sailing. This go round it was 2 days after they tapped me I felt ill. It lasted until Monday night. By Tuesday, it was like it never happened.
My girl Friday, Miss Jeanne, or “Flynn” as my dad calls her, saved my ass – literally – Monday morning with bananas, pita bread and applesauce. And brought Smart Water – which is basically water with electolytes to replace that hideous concoction they call Gatorade. Savior. I sent out the 911 to my band of misfits and they all responded instantly, devised a plan and I was cured. What the hell would we do without text messages and girlfriends? Honestly. I’d be hospitalized by now. Ocho para siempre!
Today, I made it to Wellness House for a walk with Liz and part of a pilates class (in which I busted the equipment, sorry) followed by a Healing Touch session. It’s like Reiki – but an Americanized version. More touching. Less chakras. Uses a pendulum. Was very nice. Not as powerful as the Reiki I had, but nice to relax regardless. The volunteer technician (in her 70s) is an 18 year survivor of bone marrow cancer – which sounded horrid to live through. But she did. And giving back is her healing power. Bless her. Her name is Linda. Go figure.
I’m down 27-30 pounds from my initial diagnosis. A little worrisome. To my defense, I have completely quit meat, dairy and sugar since then as well. (Still drinkin’ the vino, but it only tastes good the couple of days before the next treatment. Until then, I’m sorta metal mouth and not interested.) If I bounce back up a little tomorrow, I’ll let it go a little bit longer, but if it continues to slide, I’ll rope the pros back in. I do feel good. I worked out – for cryin’ out loud – I must feel good. Or I’ve lost my mind.
I finally made it through my thank you notes. I apologize for not doing it sooner, I thought there weren’t that many, until I surpassed 50 and realized we needed more stamps, more envelopes, and better system for keeping it together. THANK YOU. Every day has been a treat, a note, a text, a card, words of encouragement – even though there is nothing anyone can do or say to make this go away – I love hearing from everyone – and knowing I am never by myself in this, ever. It is heartwarming.
I made some fantastic recipes to share – though the soup sounds crazy – looks crazier – the taste is amazing. If you like Indian food, you’ll love it. I skip the dairy in everything, try coconut milk or similar where it calls for dairy.
I used this sauce on the falafel, but then realized this recipe deserved a high-five, too.
Thanks to cousin Sue for my kick-ass Valentine socks. Thank you to Mr & Mrs Kasey for a box of lovely treats with fruit, chocolates, cider – the kids LOVED. My long time friend and colleague CAS for a movie night package to please all the minions. Brilliant. And Miss June for showing up in my Monday moment of despair with a Van Gogh coloring book from the new exhibit at the Art Institute.