Had a bowl of leftover pasta with marinara, mushrooms, olives, and topped with some plant based cheese sauce and hemp seeds. It’s always better the next day! Had leftover veggie stew for dinner over a bed of rice. Sorry, no picture.
The reason for the leftovers was that I had an endoscopy yesterday and didn’t feel like cooking. I have to wait for the biopsy results, but it seems my stomach is too close to my esophagus and I have bile pooling up in it causing extreme pain. I guess bile burns the esophagus. It does for me. I have aspirated about half a dozen times since October and that’s bad. I don’t like not being able to breathe and it burns! With the right intervention I might finally be able to get this under control.
Breakfast was my favorite. Potatoes with bok choy. Delicious and filling.
I had a late lunch of Spanish tortilla and ruby red grapefruit. I had to show you how deliciously juicy and red this was. It was actually almost sweet. Not bitter at all.
Dinner was a veggie sub from Subway. Sorry, no picture. I got no sleep last night so hubby picked it up after work. He’s a good sport!
I still haven’t worked out a time for another day’s blog. But I’m working on it. (Let’s see how redundant I can get with “work”) Let me know if you have any ideas as to what you might like to learn about me.
There are times I feel the need to address mental health. Even my physical health hasn’t been really good these past few weeks. I’ll try to catch you up.
I turn 67 tomorrow. This is a hard couple of months for me. My birthday doesn’t really bother me, but it’s everything that surrounds it. Mother’s Day, and then the anniversaries of the deaths of both my boys in June. Time seems to fly for me until May and June. And no matter how many years have passed, it doesn’t get any easier. I cry less than I used to, but the awful cloud of depression is still hanging over my head.
And now I go for a CT scan Friday and an endoscopy July 8. Maybe sooner, depending on what they find Friday. I’ve been through all this before, but I’m not getting any better. My doctor suspects stomach cancer. All I know is, on top of feeling like someone threw a javelin through me that stuck, Mount Vesuvius spews her acid in eruptive force sometimes causing me to aspirate. Very painful.
My prayers are that they find what is causing this Friday so I can begin to deal with it. I am so tired of being sick.
My only hope is in knowing this won’t last forever. God has plans for me and this mortal life is just a drop in the bucket compared to eternity.
I know God lives, Jesus is my Savior, and I will someday, maybe soon, have the most joyous of reunions with my boys and my God and Savior.