Two weeks ago, we decided that the counselors did too much and we do too little, so we made them pillow cases. When we delivered them we were surprised to see that all the counselors LOVED them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so thrilled, I barely slept.
After seven months of bad food news and giving up favourites, this beautiful and brainy book brings me and my family 150 brand new science-based and scrumptious-looking recipes in more than 200 pages packed full of meaty and easily digested nutritional know-how.
Recipes are indexed by symptoms, from anemia through weight loss. A “Culinary Pharmacy” sings the specific praises of 98 common cancer-fighting foods. Tips for shopping, cooking, storing, reheating and customizing recipes are sprinkled generously throughout. Mouth-watering photos and inviting, informative preambles join prep time, cook time and fascinating facts for each carefully crafted recipe.
Soups, salads, pilafs, roasts, filets and chick pea burgers. Smoothies, salsas, creams, compotes, dips and drizzles. Custards, cookies, puddings and macaroons. All built to build bodies that give bad cells the boot.
Can you see why I couldn’t sleep?
I’ll be lugging this hardcover treasure to radiation, soaking up every word.
And drooling in the waiting room.
Our Tulip Festival‘s brewing, so my walk today was dotted with cheery cyclists checking maps.
I considered the comfort of having a map to consult.
we never really have one.
Balancing freedom and caution — that’s been the rub. Deciding which food habits to resume, and to what extent. Which conditions merit exceptions, and how often.
Dairy, coffee, meat, caffeine, alcohol, refined carbs, even grains and beans.
It’s shocking how consuming these decisions can be, how frequently I tackle them and how convincingly I can make myself see both sides of each issue.
But it’s only been two weeks. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.
Today’s session included thirty minutes of perfect stillness:
Ten minutes of positioning. Five of X-rays. Five for examination of X-rays and the actual radiation treatment, the remainder.
The toughest part was the juxtaposing music.
The three songs that played during the actual treatment (“Brown Eyed Girl”, “Build Me Up Buttercup”, and “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown”) brought to mind vivid, evocative memories from various corners of my life.
Try staying perfectly still with this going through your head:
Here are some of the activities planned: scavenger hunt outside/inside,”Bunny Trail Dirt*” competition, flashlight tag and other really sweet games.
For dinner we will be having “make your own burrito night” followed by the Bunny Trail Dirt competition. I think we will have many rounds of flashlight tag, but I think they will be around 9:00 to 12:00 (advice to self: be quiet during the rounds of flashlight tag because there is a preschooler next door and I do not think he wants to be woken up by some noisy best-friend grade threes, THOSE ARE THE ABSOLUTE WORST!!!!!!!!!.)
* Bunny Trail Dirt is a mixture of all sorts of candies (eg: rockets, smarties, jellybeans, (gushers if you don’t mind a storm) some pop rocks, brown & white sugar andbits of chopped up cookie.)
Well, with our principal and our teachers, we don’t just feel it. We know it.
One day, early on this year (on the day of Mom’s biopsy to be exact) Bayla and I both ended up in the office. After Bayla and her classmate had left, Mme. Watson-Senecal (our principal) kept me in the room for further discussion. I told her that Bayla and I might be stressed because of Mom’s biopsy. Mme. Watson-Senecal and Mme. Flanagan (our vice-principal) were amazingly understanding.
A month later, Mom, Dad, Mme. Watson-Senecal, Mme. Flanagan, Mrs. Dubois, Mme. Morin and Mme. Pascale were seated in the principal’s office discussing how to best help us with the situation as we patiently but nervously sat outside.
Seven months later, our teachers are still helping us immensely with all these wonderful projects to keep our minds off anything that might bother us.
We feel so thankful for our teachers.
Twenty minutes later, Kelly, Dianne, Luke and all their luggage arrived.
Two days, one trip to Montreal, one tulip festival, lots of Phaedra-petting, lots of hugs, kisses and lots of fun later, they were packed up in their van, ready to go. We were very, very sad to see them go.
Four hours later, we got a call. Expecting they were home safe we picked up the phone and realized we were completely wrong. They were stuck in Kingston because of a major accident. Oh no. We were expecting it would be a 3.5 hour drive. How wrong we were.