Why now. Well, that last blood draw? It sort of gacked me out pain-wise. She went very deep and harpoon-like into my arm with the needle and I dunno-I think it's because I haven't been poked in awhile-it kinda hit me in my stomach for the first time.
Then, seeing this one man in the Cancer Center with some portion of his neck swaddled and him walking like a zombie. Then another man-with ochre skin.
And then I remembered the title of the last book that doctor from Gilda's Club tossed in our direction(The End of Dieting-Dr. Joel Fuhrman.) and somehow that got right in front of me and I had to read it-and then I had to read all of his books and then I had to go on the hunt for a vegan cookie-and then I realized if something is vegan it doesn't mean it's good for ya-that's after dragging home an armload of books so the reading has been fast and furious and all over the place.
This is more that I usually allow myself to take home. I usually stop at 5.
Most interesting: There's a new crop of beauty books-I like to read those. Every since my Mah called us down from upstairs to watch Vidal Sassoon on Phil Donahue(Did anyone else's Mom do that?)-the transformation delights and astounds me and that doesn't happen often enough-but these new 'beauty from the outside in' sort of books? I haven't side by side compared them exactly? But I'm almost certain they're based on the exact same (anti-cancer)foods. Crazediculous, no?
Todays' breakfast was from Dr. Fuhrman's books, it looked prettier before it hit the microwave. So here's the before:
and the after:
And the recipe(if you're interested).
I've been starting to talk to people about this. Actually one person I have been massaging for a while now-we were talking about diets or something and I said, okay so, you know I had cancer, right? Her eyes pop open. WHAT? I say, yeah. No big deal. It's all over.(You have to reassure people when you have this sort of conversation. Go figya.) She asks, what kind of cancer? I say well, colon and then thyroid. And she said YOU BEAT COLON CANCER? Like this is the Most Magnificent Thing and with my hands covered in gloppy massage goo I say, well, uhhh I'm still here, right?
WHOA she says.
Yeah, huh? I say.
And she goes on to say her mother died from colon cancer after battling it for 12 years. And I say, I am really sorry. That is horrendous. And her next question: Are you making your boyfriend do the diet too?
I thought it was funny. Like I have a bunch of broccoli and an uzi submachine gun and I'm not afraid to use them.
Four things I think are quite stupendous
Thing one. This milk.
Thing two. Moisturizer with SPF.
(Actually my dermatologist recommended this stuff.)
Thing three. This documentary. Please watch it.
And this dog.
She's 17. The other night I had her out? She decided to run and she also decided I needed to run so here's this 38 pound dog flying down the street with me attached.
It was a thing to behold. I tay ya.