Today marks the two year anniversary of the day I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was 28. The same day, I was told I would need a mastectomy (full removal) of my right breast. It was horrifying and surreal. Particularly since I watched my mom go through her diagnosis of breast cancer, a mastectomy and chemotherapy 14 years earlier. She was just 41 and died within six months.
My amazing husband, Marc has been there with me every moment…through surgery and my body’s violent rejection of the morphine. Through the heart wrenching decision of whether or not to use chemotherapy, in the hopes it would kill any wayward cancer cells before it killed me. Through the four months of actually going through chemotherapy, with the stomach turning aversion to most foods, temporary menopause (hot flashes and all), our snarky nauseous wedding anniversary, exhaustion and inability to do much of anything for myself, being covered with hives, and becoming completely and utterly hairless.
I am so incredibly grateful to be alive, healthy, and in partnership with a truly wonderful man, without whom, I wouldn’t be here today. With his loving constructive criticism, photography, Photoshop genius, friendship and encouragement, I write this blog as an expression of my passion for food. I could spend all day buying, preparing, eating, talking about and writing about food (wait…I often do). The breast is the ultimate expression of nourishment. My sense is that it’s not a coincidence that food, nurturing, and nourishment on all levels, are so integral to my being. I feel so fortunate to have an outlet and audience for my recipes and musings on food in our modern culture. Thanks for stopping in for a chat. Sharing food with good friends, is the best part.
A dear friend of ours took this picture of us under the mulberry tree of the organic farm I was working for at the time. It was just days before my mastectomy. You can see I had straight hair at the time. The picture in the “About Me” section of this site is a recent one with my post-chemo curls.