Progress Report 2-7

Just when I thought I could not be loved anymore you overwhelm me even more with your love and support. The energy of your words was like a wave that carried me to shore putting my feet on solid ground. I felt empowered before but I feel ten times stronger and truly invincible now. I imagine you all behind me having my back, catching me if I fall. As I heard a wise preacher say; we are only limited by our capacity to receive. There is so much love and blessings out there but we have to be open to gratefully accept and recognize the gifts. Don't go to God with a cup or a bucket he says, go with a barn and it will be filled. My barn is overflowing.
This is week 7. It’s a special week not only because I get a break from treatment, but my dear brother decided to come for a few days to visit. I think he needed to put his mind at ease seeing for himself how well and healthy I feel and look. I told him that I do not let medical reports define who I am. And even though I tried to persuade him not to trouble himself, his visit was a gift that warmed my heart and I understood that it was the only way he knew to show me how much I am loved. I am also really happy Karim is moving back home while he goes back to school for an MBA because now I have someone else to cook for besides Sharbel’s part time presence. As I decided to get serious about diet and nutrition, everything I read pointed out that the best diet is the Mediterranean diet. How much easier can it get, all I have to do is revisit my childhood memories for my favorite meals. I always liked cooking but now it became part of my therapy, resurrecting smells and tastes of comfort foods that feed the body and soul. In the kitchen peeling onions and crushing garlic I inhale the aromas and feel totally alive. Anyone looking for a meal…call me.
Much love
nevine