Today I’m going to make some cookies. I’ve entered myself into the Minnesota State Fair under the Decorated Cookie category (this year’s theme: Minnesota Flowers) and I’m raring to go!
I’m planning on making up a bunch of royal icing using meringue powder (so it will keep, in an airtight container, for up to a month) and I will practice a few different types of flowers and decorating techniques in the two months before I have to turn in my cookies.
After the past 9 months I’d be happy never to see the inside of a hospital again, but part of me is also wondering if a knee replacement is in my future. I see an orthopedic doc in a few weeks, the same doc I saw 2 years ago who gave me a shot in my knee that helped quite a bit, and I’m curious to find out if this knee pain can be surgically remedied.
We all have our list of goals—not exactly a ‘bucket list’—but things that we need to accomplish to enrich our lives. I can feel in my soul, and in my bones, how many things I have left undone in my life. Each of those undone things is the seed of a goal.
The five goals I’ve listed above are my Top 5. They’re the immediate things that I want to accomplish to make my life richer and fuller. This, I would argue, is exactly the reason I’m undergoing the Chemo tomorrow; to achieve these goals.
Of course I have fear about the Mayo procedure this week; it’s supposed to be a rather rough chemo, hard on the body, harder on the soul. For what it’s worth, I feel that I’m as prepared as I can be for this next step. But in reality, I don’t know how prepared I can actually be.
I think this morning I’m going to make a kind of cinnamon roll using a nice mix of Cinnamon, Cardamom, Nutmeg and a bit of Vanilla. That sounds like it would be great with a cup of coffee (I seldom drink coffee, but this morning I might!)
When the bread’s had a second rise I’ll roll a Cinnamon-Spice mixture into the dough, then do some creative cutting and splitting and try to make something pretty. Once it’s baked up, I may add a bit of icing and there’s Sunday morning, done and dusted!
The fact that I DID have this urge is frightening; obviously there was something inside of me that felt entirely overwhelmed and full of despair. But it was the Lyrica that crystallized those feelings, that made them solid and compelled me to act on them.