My hubby is one of so few pancreatic cancer survivors. We were so blessed with an innovative doctor who made him clean with whole-health advice and of course the awful radiation and chemotherapy stuff.
The diet worked, as well as all his awful treatments and he is thriving and very much alive. Today was one year of being clean, and we celebrated but not in a way you would think.
For dinner, we decided to welcome spring. We had a big bowl of cut up cantaloup, watermelon, cut and peeled grapefruit and Mandarin oranges, black grapes and red grapes.
Then we decided to completely clog our arteries with toasted bratwursts over the backyard fire pit. We just gnawed them from the forks and enjoyed the fruit.
Sometimes it isn't exactly the food. Sometimes the meal is often given to rejoicing to the fact that he has survived this and he's here with me. Last year I wasn't very optimistic and thought I would be a widow.
I love every second and food we make is always the best...at least for us. I remember his cancer doc saying this:
"If you weren't a good cook he'd be screaming to get into a rehab place."
Many jokes, many tears, many prayers and much love got us here! YAY!!!!!
And what is that...?
