Food is My Love Language 

The long weekend gave our family such a nice reprieve! My kitchen served as my therapy space, and I took full advantage – pancakes and strawberry butter, biscuits with sawmill gravy, lemon squares, whatever was requested was made – and I loved every minute. Our recent cold-for-Mississippi weather along with asking a cancer patient about her daily diet has also had the effect of me craving to eat and serve all sorts of comforting food. If you add all this together with MY kitchen tv streaming Netflix just for ME, I can almost forget the seriousness of life happening these days. 

I’m learning through this journey that living in the present day and only looking ahead a couple days at a time is not only necessary, but acts as a peaceful balm to all the sticking out parts that want to get frayed and out of control. Those who know me well know that I’m a planner, so living comfortably in a state of not planning is not of me for sure, but a gift from the Father. 

After I posted last week, everything kept about the same pace except that mom developed sores in her mouth that made eating painful. Those mostly resolved with medication. 

Treatment #2 was on Wednesday. (Huge thanks to Christy and Bailey Colvin for driving Mom to Madison!!) The clinic was crazy busy, so our day was longer than expected. Port was accessed, blood was drawn, labs were good, and chemo happened. 

Since our day was long, and The Manship is located so close to Baptist, I knew where lunch had to come from. (Suzanne (my sister) insisted on buying our lunch, so who am I to refuse and risk hurting her feelings?) We ate a feast of hummus and other Mediterranean deliciousness while chemo coursed through her body. Such a strange contrast – feasting externally while cells are being ravaged internally…

  
Thursday was wig day. This thing is so cute that it will make all of us want to go out and buy a wig 😉 I’ll not post a picture because I cannot get her to smile in a picture that does justice to how cute she looks in the wig…you’ll just have to trust me for now! 

Thursday was also very stormy and pushed everyone inside. I made smothered pork chops and egg noodles hoping it would strike a chord with Mom’s appetite. It did! She actually said how good it smelled,how hungry she was as it cooked, and she are most of her serving – my heart smiled. 

And now it’s Friday, day 2 after treatment, and she’s hanging in well – just a bit tired. As I type, we are headed back to Eupora. George is tired of being alone, and Mom is ready to be home. 

Love to you all,

Devin