Last night was leftovers. It was meat leftovers and my parents waited for me to start dinner. (a little brisket, a little chicken, a little couscous, some cucumber slices.)
So yes, this is all scary and frustrating. The fact that my main focus for these three weeks is food and cancer is kind of overwhelming. Part of the whole point of doing this is to have an outlet for those feelings.
And the kindness of those of you who are reading this is also overwhelming. Even the simple things, like waiting for me to start dinner.
(And dammit, Jen, you made me cry a little.)
This morning: another bowl of oatmeal.
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