Good-Bye Old Girl

Breakfast Soup/Smoothie

It looks gross, but I'm telling you it's delicious. Here's how you make it. Chop up one nectarine (make sure it's super ripe - very fragrant) and toss it in a blender. Once it's blended fill the blender full of spinach (stuff it in there). Add water to the thickness you desire. Add 1-2 tablespoons of flax seed oil. Blend it all together until it's thick and kind of frothy. Aaaaand, serve. It's delicious. You can't even taste the spinach. In fact, it tastes like a nutty nectarine drink. It is wonderful!

That is how I started my day. I'm trying to be good to myself because today is the day that my baby princess Stella the cat will be leaving this world. I slept on the floor with her last night in a sleeping bag. She has trouble getting onto the bed these days. I've cried and cried, and cried and then cried some more and I know that I still have hours of crying in the future.

As I told a friend in an email today, since I don't have children, this cat has been my baby for the past eight years. She was a stray that needed love, and I was fresh off of a disastrous breakup. My fiance called it off less than two months before the wedding by using the words, "I'm not attracted to you anymore." If that doesn't hurt, I don't know what does. Mark that down as possibly the worst breakup line in history. My parents helped me move from Texas to Wenatchee, Washington and that is where a sassy, headstrong cat came into my life.

Ever since we tamed her, she has followed me around like a shadow. She has been a rock in my life, a confidant, a snuggle buddy, and entertainment. She makes me laugh so hard.

The other day, while I was packing up for the big move, I found a journal. It was from several years ago. I had started writing to an unborn child, a child that I hoped I would someday have. In it, as I was writing, Stella came up and curled up on my lap. She always had a sense for when I needed love. You see, I was married before Danny (it was a few years after the bad breakup - my twenties were quite eventful). On the day after the wedding, my husband told me he no longer wanted children. We had talked about having children the whole time we were dating, and then all of a sudden, in one day, a very important after the fact disclosure happened. I should have just annulled it then, but I thought that I had a responsibility to my husband, and the ideal of marriage. Three years later, the inevitable happened. It wasn't just the child issue, it was everything, everything was wrong. My main point is that I had several very sad, very hard years. I felt isolated, unloved, and trapped. Through it all, I had Stella. She never left my side. We gardened together. We went on walks. We cleaned the house while I cursed her in jest for being so hairy. She was my baby. Even when I would go on trips, she was always waiting for me, excited to be with me, always happy or ready for a nap.

Sometimes a pet is just a pet, a fun little buddy to make you laugh or enjoy for entertainment purposes. Stella was a friend. One of my best friends. 

I know it's time to let her go. She just threw up again last night even though she has been on two different types of medicine, one of them twice a day. It's so hard to play "God" and put her to sleep. It feels wrong, but it feels even worse to make her suffer. She's in a lot of pain, and it hurts me to look in her eyes and see the sadness.

Enjoying Life's Pulse

We should have the keys to our new place in Greenlake in two weeks. Fun! This move signifies freedom for me. I will be able to walk all over the place running errands. It's literally thrilling. My heart starts going crazy just thinking I'll be able to take care of myself, and the daily things for Danny and I. It has been painful to be stuck in our Wenatchee home, isolated from humans (other than my parents and the friends that stop by). I can entertain myself, I like to listen to music or do things around the house, but there's something about being around people in public, looking at life as it goes by. It's fun. It's therapeutic and magnificent. Life has such an amazing pulse, it's in humans, in pets, in the animals in nature, trees, plants, bugs, even the wind - and when it's all combined, when you look around, it's a lifeblood.

Breakfast On The Patio

I've already been packing for a few hours this morning, but it's time for a breakfast break. I toasted a piece of Dave's Killer Bread, sprinkled an egg with loads of turmeric, and chopped a clove of garlic for the top, and I've got my broccoli tea. I would have added sprouts on top of the toast, but I'm fresh out. It might sound like a crazy meal, but it's delicious and full of cancer fighting elements. Turmeric is insanely important to fight cancer, it's right up there with the brassica family.

I think the hardest part about dealing with cancers and tumors is the diet. There are so many different voices from specialists and they definitely don't all agree. Each illness varies, with the exception of sugar. Sugar feeds cancers and tumors. Sugar is incredibly bad for you. The dispute falls between the doctors that believe that all sugar is the same, and others who still recommend fruit in the diet. (The doctors who recommend removing fruit from the diet exchange the fruit for supplements to get the essential antioxidants and other benefits from the fruits without the sugar.) Some strongly believe that not only breads, pastas, and rice need to be avoided, they also want whole grains out of the diet. I just know that I can't live without some whole grains, so I'm still including healthy whole grains, but keeping the carbs as a small portion of my overall diet.

The brain tumor suggestions for diet is a complete mind game. It's tricky, it's frustrating, and if you over analyze each piece of food, every meal, looking for failure, it will make you crazy. It's impossible to overlook diet, it's the number one way to try and slow the tumor growth but I still have days when I eat poorly. In fact, for the first time, Danny and I went camping. I hung out with our friends eating Cheetos, and Polish sausages, but I'm still sick from all of the bad food. That's the thing that's crazy. If you eat really healthily, if you take a day or weekend off, you will pay for it. When I woke up on Sunday, all I wanted was a cabbage salad. Sounds weird, but my body was craving the crunch and the way I feel after I eat it. 

Our First Camping Trip