Subtle Lessons

A few years before the nightmare started, I was standing at the kitchen island shoveling rejected food from my kids plates into the garbage. Sometimes there would be salvageable scraps, like a slightly bruised strawberry slice or carrot stick I’d rescue from the landfill and eat. I was a scrap eater, that was my diet. In addition to scarp eater, my main source of nutrition were toast, cereal and chocolate. Anything fast and easy. One day I ate multiple pieces of chocolate for lunch and I vividly remember thinking to myself someday I’ll treat my body better.

That memory has really stuck with me. Like the kind of memory that pops in your head at the most random times over a long period of time. It’s become a reference point to help me remember how I got to the place of a cancer diagnosed in the first place. Taking for granted my health.