I was just awakening from sleep when I heard a whisper.
“Follow the diet and exercise and you will beat cancer.”
I didn’t have cancer, my sister did.
Aware that I had no control over my sister’s diet and exercise, and aware that God often whispers things well in advance, I made a pot of my nutritious, delicious chicken, kale, carrot, onion and white bean soup – garnished with really good parmigiano reggianno – and took it over to her.
I suggested we walk the two or three blocks from her beautiful house into her darling down town.
Just in case.
If you’ve been following this blog for awhile you know that my sister did not beat cancer.
Actually, she did, because she didn’t let it wreck her life.
Then Bebe was diagnosed with cancer in October and I thought maybe the whisper was for her. I could control her diet and exercise so I took her for long walks, cooked balanced meals and carefully administered Chinese herb blends and supplements.
She died, as you know, in January.
So we adopted Dixie.
And almost immediately upon her adoption she was diagnosed with colon cancer. Unusual in dogs.
So now I’m cooking like her little life depends on it.
Because it just might.
She had her first chemo treatment yesterday – an injection of Carboplatin.
She seemed to handle it just fine until nausea kept interrupting her sleep and mine.
When she turned her nose up at her usual breakfast this morning, I made her some healthy snacks.
I love the color combo.
1 cup organic wild blueberries
2 tsp. turmeric
2 Tbsp. dried basil – 4 Tbs. fresh basil is better but I’m out
2 Tbsp. coconut flour
all whirled together
Add a pound of organic ground turkey.
McDonald’s has its pink slime, I have purple.
Plop the purple slime on a cookie sheet.
Flatten it with a fork.
Bake for 25 minutes at 350.
Normally she’ll gobble down as many of these as I’m willing to give her. Today she stopped at 2.
So I gave the food processor a quick wipe and made a batch of her other favorite.
Whirl together a can of sardines, 1/2 tsp. turmeric, 1 egg, 3 Tbsp. almond flour and 3 Tbsp. hemp protein powder and plop it on the same cookie sheet. Why dirty another one?
Flatten them with a fork and bake at 350 for 20 minutes.
Oh, yes, she was interested in these – ate 3 of them, I think.
Next up I made meatloaf: 2 pounds ground turkey, 6 Tbsp. ground hemp seeds, 4 oz. can of sardines, 1 tsp. ground ginger, 2 eggs, 2 ounces beef liver, 2 ounces fresh broccoli, 2 ounces fresh baby spinach, 2 ounces fresh red bell pepper.
Whirl it all together, spread it in a 13×9 pan and bake at 325 for an hour.
The juices soak back in as it cools.
Portioned out for dinner – Dixie gets 6 ounces, Maxy gets 12.
She gobbled a good bit of the meatloaf down.
I hope Dixie is the one who beats cancer.
But of course the whisper could have been for me.
This week I had two more pre-cancerous lesions removed from my legs – from my shins, which were flung over the edge of an inner tube exposed to the hot sun all day as I floated down the Verde River in Arizona while visiting my cousins in my youth. Sans sunscreen.
I don’t think they even had sunscreen way back then. Just tanning oils – shudder to think.
I remember putting cool washcloths on my badly burnt flesh that night. And I remember the steam rising from my legs as I did.
So if the whisper was for my future, what diet?
I trust I’ll know when the time comes.
Corrie ten Boom’s father didn’t give her the ticket until the train pulled into the station.
That’s probably when my Father will give me mine.
P.S. No one wants to see a photo of a pile of dishes, but after all that cooking this morning, I’ve got a big one. Plus a million other things to do.
Serving God one beagle at a time.