When I was pregnant with Stella I was a bit queasy, but it wasn't satisfied by any cravings. With Frances, the whole pregnancy was a walk in the park. Now that I'm emerging from my first post-chemo fog, I have a super-size craving for sour.Despite not actually feeling like puking, I still wear an ever-present shroud of nausea, and the ginger-lemon tea is getting a bit old. So alas... I turn to the pickle. I just returned from my first foray to the shops and managed to pick up all things sour. Ketchup chips, coleslaw, grapefruit, and tangy, no-garlic baby dills. I cranked the bottle open when I got home and sweet mother of Jesus, that was one good pickle. The first good meal I've had since Thursday.
Carissa,
ReplyDeleteI am still in shock and disbelief at what has happened to you. You are definitely one of the strongest women that I know and I have always admired your tenacity and amazing sense of humour. I know that you will kick cancer's ass big time and I am sending you tons of positive thoughts. You are on my mind daily.
As another mom with barely time to shower, your experience has reminded me to stop and take a few moments to take care of myself. No communications plan or speech will fall to pieces while I take a minute more to check for lumps.
Thank you for being so open and honest about your experience. Unleash kick ass and stay strong and positive!