When I first started work a an insurance company years ago, every morning I would go to the little dorm frig we had there, and plunk 25 cents into the Styrofoam cup and grab an ice cold Pepsi to start my day off. Since I was only making sixty dollars a week, I budgeted very carefully, but that was something I had to have. MMMMM, an ice-cold full-octane REGULAR Pepsi. Yup, back then, I was eighteen, 119 pounds, and had a cast iron stomach. Over the years, I got older, a little(?) heavier, and switched to Diet Pepsi. But the fact remained, I was hitting the bottle daily for all of my life. Even when Jenna told me that it was sweetened with aspartame and that would rot my brain, did I stop? Nah. Until yesterday.
Tuesday I was packing away Christmas decorations and got thirsty. I am getting tired of plain water, and even Brita Water or bottled water is starting to taste like sour, coppery, metal-like water. Jenna had ordered me two cases of Aqua Delight pure water from New York, but that is so expensive, I reserve that for after chemo when I really need it. Anyhoo, I grabbed a Diet Pepsi, and boy, did that taste good!! Then, for a snack, I grabbed two store-bought oatmeal cookies. Yum!! I was on a roll. Tuesday evening my stomach was rolling like I'd mixed a drink consisting of vinegar and baking soda. Ladies, remember what a thrill it was the first time the baby you were pregnant with began to roll and kick in your tummy and you could watch the movement? Combine those two and that's how I spent my evening. OKAY - ANYONE SQUEAMISH PLEASE TURN AWAY AT THIS POINT- As a result, I spent Wednesday morning from about 1:00 AM on making mad dashes to the bathroom. Again and again. Even the Immodium wasn't working so good. P.S. I have learned to dash quickly but CAREFULLY to the john, 'cause after my first chemo, I leaped out of bed, whacked my left foot against the dresser, and broke my three middle toes. I guess I forgot to tell you about that. Sigh.
Yesterday afternoon, I was again craving a Diet Pepsi, but did I give in? Nope. That, my friends, is what I call real willpower. Plus, I didn't want a repeat of the previous night. In the old fairy tales, people would exchange their first born child for something they wanted really bad. I'm not to that point, but close. Sorry, Dan. My problem is, whom would I give my son to? He already works for Pepsi Corporation, so in a way, you could say they already have him. Never mind, don't listen to me. I am on caffeine withdrawal and it ain't looking pretty.
Even though Jenna and I talk almost every day, I like reading what is going on in her head. She is so special to me that I can't even put it into words. It was really crazy when I saw the photo of the datebook she had bought in September (the one with the breast cancer ribbon), but she has been a fighter for this cause for a long time and especially after one of her friends was diagnosed. I never dreamed when Jenna and I walked in the Breast Cancer Walk for her, that someday we might be doing it because of me.
Another person whom I talk to almost daily is Sister Sandy. Now there's a broad that you definitely want on your side, through good times and bad. I call her The Puppet Master, because as an older sister, she not only gives advice, but also dishes out ORDERS. And most of the time I follow them. There is no one I know who has a bigger, more generous heart than Sandy. No matter what is going on (good or bad), she wants to know about it and has the best shoulder to lean on regardless how hopeless things look. Thanks, Sandy.
Special Thank You to the comment makers on the Blog. Your kind words and encouragement mean more to us than you know.
Now, go have an ice cold Diet Pepsi on me. Enjoy!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
Tuesday I was packing away Christmas decorations and got thirsty. I am getting tired of plain water, and even Brita Water or bottled water is starting to taste like sour, coppery, metal-like water. Jenna had ordered me two cases of Aqua Delight pure water from New York, but that is so expensive, I reserve that for after chemo when I really need it. Anyhoo, I grabbed a Diet Pepsi, and boy, did that taste good!! Then, for a snack, I grabbed two store-bought oatmeal cookies. Yum!! I was on a roll. Tuesday evening my stomach was rolling like I'd mixed a drink consisting of vinegar and baking soda. Ladies, remember what a thrill it was the first time the baby you were pregnant with began to roll and kick in your tummy and you could watch the movement? Combine those two and that's how I spent my evening. OKAY - ANYONE SQUEAMISH PLEASE TURN AWAY AT THIS POINT- As a result, I spent Wednesday morning from about 1:00 AM on making mad dashes to the bathroom. Again and again. Even the Immodium wasn't working so good. P.S. I have learned to dash quickly but CAREFULLY to the john, 'cause after my first chemo, I leaped out of bed, whacked my left foot against the dresser, and broke my three middle toes. I guess I forgot to tell you about that. Sigh.
Yesterday afternoon, I was again craving a Diet Pepsi, but did I give in? Nope. That, my friends, is what I call real willpower. Plus, I didn't want a repeat of the previous night. In the old fairy tales, people would exchange their first born child for something they wanted really bad. I'm not to that point, but close. Sorry, Dan. My problem is, whom would I give my son to? He already works for Pepsi Corporation, so in a way, you could say they already have him. Never mind, don't listen to me. I am on caffeine withdrawal and it ain't looking pretty.
Even though Jenna and I talk almost every day, I like reading what is going on in her head. She is so special to me that I can't even put it into words. It was really crazy when I saw the photo of the datebook she had bought in September (the one with the breast cancer ribbon), but she has been a fighter for this cause for a long time and especially after one of her friends was diagnosed. I never dreamed when Jenna and I walked in the Breast Cancer Walk for her, that someday we might be doing it because of me.
Another person whom I talk to almost daily is Sister Sandy. Now there's a broad that you definitely want on your side, through good times and bad. I call her The Puppet Master, because as an older sister, she not only gives advice, but also dishes out ORDERS. And most of the time I follow them. There is no one I know who has a bigger, more generous heart than Sandy. No matter what is going on (good or bad), she wants to know about it and has the best shoulder to lean on regardless how hopeless things look. Thanks, Sandy.
Special Thank You to the comment makers on the Blog. Your kind words and encouragement mean more to us than you know.
Now, go have an ice cold Diet Pepsi on me. Enjoy!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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