What's for dinner?

“Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” 

― Craig Claiborne

I am not a great cook.  Most of the time when I experiment with a recipe or try to come up with one on my own the end result is not pretty.  And it sure doesn't taste good. Occasionally I will have a success. But not often enough that I can trust myself to just randomly come up with pleasing recipes. To this end I recently purchased several cookbooks.  I first bought 400 Calorie Fix on discount at Wal-Mart for $6.  I got it because I liked the idea of eating 400 calorie meals.  It seemed fairly easy and full of foods that not only I would eat, but my family would as well.  I cooked many recipes from this book for a couple of months and then I got the 400 Calorie Fix Cookbook for Christmas.  Yay, more recipes! In January we went to a local flea market where I found several Taste of Home cookbooks.  So now I have a nice collection of cookbooks and recipes.

I've always been a lazy one. I enjoy eating out. I love food. All food. But the thing I loved most was not having to cook. I hated cooking with a passion, mostly because I cooked the same few things over and over and over.  So I preferred eating out to cooking at home. But since I've started dieting I have to cook my meals. Sure I can eat out occasionally, but any food you buy at any restaurant, fast food or not, is laden with calories. So in order to keep my calories low, I need to cook the majority of my meals. First I sat down with my cookbooks and made note of every recipe that looked good to me. I also looked for 400 calorie recipes online, and made myself a notebook with them.  Armed with all of my new information I started cooking. And do you know what I discovered?  Cooking is FUN!  At first it was a chore that I hated with a passion.  But then it grew on me, and pretty soon I would rather go home and cook than eat out.  I KNOW!  Who would have thought I would ever say that?!  But the food that I prepare at home is just so tasty. And really most of my recipes are super simple that take very little time.  And an average meal for me is around 500 calories. 

Skillet Pork Chop with onion gravy, Honey-Lemon Carrots,
Fried Corn, Homemade Mac and Cheese - 608 calories

Ok so the Mac and cheese put me a little up on calories for that meal.  I don't care, it was soooo worth it.  I don't think I'll ever win an award for plating. And probably not for cooking. But what I have done is made my family look forward to dinner again and discovered a love for food that I didn't even know I had.  And I think the reason that I don't fail miserably at my diet is because 90% of what I eat is home cooked meals.  Now if I could just get rid of the junk food habit!  UGG!

Survive Now, Cry Later

September 2012 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer.  She had been bitten by a spider a couple of months earlier and had a persistent cough. Apparently spider bites can cause congestion and breathing problems so nothing was thought of her cough. Fast-forward a couple of months and the cough is still hanging around. She was sent for an X-ray and a lump was discovered in her right lung. She was then sent for a biopsy to figure out what kind of cancer she had.  Then we went to her lung doctor to find out what the results of the biopsy was.  Adenocarcinoma.  We went for a PET scan to see what the full extent of it was.  And then on to the cancer doctor to find out what stage her cancer was and her prognosis.  



Only we didn't get stage or a prognosis.  My mother is a rare breed, she always has been. And apparently her cancer is no different. 

When the PET scan was finished they found a lesion on her right humorous, a 5cm growth on her right ovary, and a slightly smaller one on her left, the original tumor in her right lung, and numerous nodules on her lymph nodes. At this point he tells us that if she's stage three then with treatment the average life span is 15 months.  If it is stage four, and it's looking a lot like stage four at this point, then it's two months.  So multiple tests were needed and "then we'll know what course of action to take".  I asked would we know what stage she was. "We should"  I took that as a yes. I should have paid better attention to that should.  She then underwent a bone biopsy on her right arm. This came back inconclusive, as the biopsy doctor told us it would.  He said that when they do these things they never want to say "There is no cancer here". Because what if later they find cancer in that spot, and then the doctor who said that is on the line. So they say that the test is either positive or inconclusive. Which means that they didn't find any cancer there, but they can't say for sure there isn't any. 

After the bone biopsy came back clean they had to biopsy her lymph nodes. They wanted to know if the cancer in them would be lung or ovarian. It is extremely rare for a person to have two types of cancer at one time, but it has happened.  At this point my mother and I have been in either doctor's offices or hospitals for about three weeks. We're exhausted and slightly irritable.  Mom has the biopsy done on her lymph nodes and they come back lung cancer. 
"Great," we think, "we're finally getting somewhere"
Haha, funny.  So we return to the cancer doctor who tells us that this is "good news"  lol Seriously? She has cancer in her lymph nodes and this is good news?  No actually the good news is that it wasn't ovarian cancer.  So (they think) she only has one type of cancer.  But just to be safe they need to send her to the gyno-oncologist.  They want him to take a look at her ovaries and decide if this is something that needs to be addressed of if it can be ignored.  The gynoc, as I have come to call him, does an ultrasound and says he thinks that what is on her ovaries are cysts.  He isn't sure, but he thinks so.  He orders a CA 125 blood test and her levels come back slightly elevated. But this is still not a 100% indication of anything. 

At this point they have been poking, prodding, and cutting on my mother for 2 months. We've had enough. At our next doctor's appointment we tell him so.  We're tired, according to what he told us to begin with she should be dead already, and we're doing nothing. Enough is enough, make a guess, but do something.  He tells us that the fact that she is still alive and is doing so well gives him hope that it's stage 3.  We have to wait one more week while he goes to consolidate with his colleagues about what course of treatment is best.  No more tests, no more prodding, just wait one week.  The next week we are set up on a chemotherapy regimen   The wise ones have decided that she'll undergo four rounds of chemo, repeat her cat scans, and we'll see what happens. If the things on her ovaries shrink with the chemo, they're probably cancer. If they don't, they probably aren't.  And at that point we'll revisit the option of radiation, which means we're trying to cure her of cancer and that she is stage 3.  

Fast forward to last week, she's finished her four rounds of chemo and she has had her scans.  Now we're waiting for the results. We're finally going to know what stage she is and whether we are going for a cure or trying to prolong her life. Doc comes in and tells us on the most recent scan the spot on her humorous is gone ("But I don't think that was cancer related anyways"), the things on her ovaries are unchanged ("That's good, but I want to do another CA 125 test since her levels were elevated last time"), the main tumor in her lung shrank, but some of the nodules on her lymph nodes grew. Her doctor said that it is probably stage 3 and that he is leaning in that direction. He's going to talk to the... well the doctor who decides whether or not she can have radiation treatments and see if she can.  And if so then we're going to do that. If not then we do maintenance chemotherapy.  

She has to have 2 more rounds of chemo now. One Tuesday and one three weeks from now.  And by then we'll have an answer about the radiation.  I hope we can go for a cure. But I wish it was possible to have a final answer. My mama's case is just so different it's about impossible. 

I sit here typing this dry eyed and with a lump in my throat. I would love to tell you I have cried till I can't cry anymore. But the truth is that I'm detaching myself from it. I can talk about it, I can joke with mama about it, I can have the most positive attitude you've ever seen. You'd think we think Cancer is a big joke. And I can do all of this because I don't actually think about it.  If I started to type here about how my life will change once she is gone, I would lose it.  I can't do that. What I can do is enjoy whatever time I have left with my mother. And when she is finally gone, and I don't have to be strong and upbeat anymore. Then I will deal with all of the emotions that are making my chest hurt. I will handle all of the things that I push down now.