We had a weigh-in today and counted calories. Good news is that mom is still in triple digits. Bad news is that, while poi is really good for you, it's low in calories, too. We decided to do a literal and figurative gut check and get a baseline for progress. Clear goals help, but it's a challenge to not turn eating and drinking into a chore.
Mom has a couple weeks to get to fighting weight for her next round of chemo. (Cancer, cancer cells and all other forms of badness will hereafter be referred to as cheneys.) Mom has been working on visualizing food that will appeal to her and it's working. Instead of waking up thinking of having to eat and feeling nauseous, she's waking up and thinking about what she might like to eat. Her wish is our command. She's a very cooperative and good-natured sick person so taking care of her is a gentle breeze.
Today was one week after her first chemo treatment and mom is at her peppiest and showing some enthusiasm for food choices. She got out to water her plants and did some laundry. She's determined to get muscle tone back as well as poundage.
Sister A and I head into town because there's never been a Costco she wouldn't visit. Everything is so large there I feel like a lilliputian. On the way back, we stop by Auntie L and Uncle R's to pick up the delicious lotus root soup my mom ordered a day earlier. Mom's sister Auntie L is feeling sad. The two sisters are the only ones left in their immediate family. We try to provide comfort by assuring her that mom has the cleanest relationships and least baggage of anyone we know and that Auntie L does not have to do anything or say anything for mom to know she loves her.
Then I get her to promise to give us her secret chocolate cake recipe.
Sister A and I high five and we all say our good-byes a bit lighter of heart.
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