This year we're doing things a bit differently, and I'm taking a page out of Oprah's book and counting down my Favorite Things.
1. Love Stoop
This is a dish my MIL invented to keep Beloved and I in easily-prepared nourishing meals whilst my appetite is MIA, and fatigue and gimp hand keep me out of the kitchen. Essentially empty the contents of your vegetable drawers and canned goods into a pot, add a couple of Brontosauraus-like meat bones, and some good stock, boil and simmer, pour into containers and freeze.
|Uh-oh I only have 4 containers left. |
Better get MIL on the case
Legend has it, this is the same cream used to keep cows udders healthy. Mmmm not too sure where to go with this, suffice to say this has been the best moisturizing cream for hands and feet in my entire cancer career. Buy it by the tub at your local pharmacy.
|How nice and smooth does gimp hand look?|
I literally suck on this thing at least five times a day. It keeps my lungs exercised and inflated (as opposed to collapsed), avoiding the need for an Operating Room date with Dr Cuteness. I love this thing.
Certain bloggers have been keeping me in artisanal snoods (and gloves!). They keep my head warm, look cool, and allow me to moonlight as an "Occupy" protester.
|Striking a strangely Freudian pose|
I have a gimp hand. I challenge you to try and pull up a pair of jeans, pull zipper and fasten button with one hand. Remember with bathroom breaks you'll have to do this several times throughout the day. Enough said. Elasticated waists are the bomb!
|Perhaps not my best look!|
The best thing since sliced bread for the one-handed cook. Not only panini's but also chicken cutlets and little steaks. Love, love, love and everybody gets panini presses! No, sorry that was a joke.
|Between this and Love Stoop we are well fed!|
I've said it before and I'll say it again for those of us dealing with Mr Constipation. Miralax, in the convenient economy size, has literally saved my ass. Do yourself a favor and add this item to your walk-in medicine closet.
|You know it makes sense.|
Always at my feet under the desk. Snoring a little, farting a bit, dream kicking his little legs........
|My trusty sidekick doing his bit for the war on breast cancer|
Tune to Twitter every Monday, at search term #BCSM, for breast cancer topic-oriented chat with an amazing group of people. And all the other wonderful Bloggers and Commenters who make up this incredible virtual community. I can't do this without you.
What more do I need to say?
|I Heart Beloved|
To You All