I began a food journal to help determine the foods that irritate me the most. Is it just the specific food or is it because of what I had with it or prior to having it. So many variables to consider but necessary if I’m going to enjoy food without pain again.
Like dinner yesterday, I burped, continuously and tasted asparagus for three hours. I can’t imagine why asparagus with nothing on it would irritate me. I love asparagus so it’s not like I’m introducing a new food, its one I enjoy frequently. Did it not agree with the stir-fried rice? Or was the grilled cauliflower steak? I don’t know. But I do know what taste kept recoiling. So much to learn.
Tonight, I’ve had the shoulder pain but no heartburn thus far. We had turkey, basil, swiss shard sandwiches, with olive tapenade dressing instead of mayo or mustard, cucumbers and an ear of steamed corn. I did have to make a mad dash to the bathroom. That I think may be related to the butter on the corn. Fat is a huge trigger when you don’t have a gall bladder.
I thought about some of the things I feel are important for everyone that is taking this journey with me to be aware. Herbs, vegetables and fruits play significant roles in battling cancer but the hard part is knowing what does what. So while your joining me I’ll help you get familiar. That’s what friends do.
Let’s take this journey alphabetically.
Allspice is a digestive aid as well as being helpful as antimicrobial. In case you don’t know antimicrobial is an agent that kills microorganisms or at least slows them down. It is especially helpful in the upper (small) intestine. Allspice is great if you feel bloated or gassy or have indigestion. It does more than season meat, soups, vegetables and baked goods.
Writing the vignettes has opened doors to memories I hadn’t thought about in such a long time. I don’t know if this collection of vignettes will eventually become a memoir. At this point, it doesn’t matter, I just need to get the words on the page. There was a garden I used to sneak into at night. I weeded and pruned by flash light because it broke my heart to see it neglected every day on my way to school. I knew an elderly woman lived there. In retrospect, I should have gone to the door and simply asked if she minded by if I puttered in the garden. The reason I didn’t was because I was afraid she would say no. One night, I saw her come to the window and watch then disappear. I took that as consent because she didn’t call the police. The following night the outside light in the garden was left on. Under a tangled mess of honeysuckle and wisteria were irises, lilies, violets and muscari all competing for sunlight. The hostas were so thick they were killing themselves. I borrowed my grandfather’s pruner, and loper to get things back under control. I found joy working there alone at night, listening to my small transistor radio with Motown artists like Dorothy Moore crooning songs. I didn’t accept love existed but this woman did. I believed in what was in front of me the sweet smell of fresh turned dirt and the flowers blooming. People on the other hand were cruel and destructive. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone like the song Misty Blue.
Her voice was beautiful even if I didn’t believe the lyrics. Joe Simon did the song first but at that time I preferred her rendition. Listening to them now I actually enjoy his version more because it’s so calming
They’re both talented artists. We don’t have artists today like we did during the Motown period. Music fills so many voids in our lives and helps us get where we need to be.