This Friday
just been would have been Melissa’s 38th birthday. Birthdays and
anniversaries have been tough days this past year. There are lots of feelings
and memories tied up to these days. They are days of reminiscing and longing
for what might have been.
On
Melissa’s birthday, the kids and I had fish ‘n’ chips for dinner with Melissa’s
parents. It was a lovely evening, we shared a glass or two of wine and chatted.
The kids had a nice evening as well. Paige in particular was delighted to be
eating fish ‘n’ chips (she had been asking every Friday for weeks and weeks).
Now, after
Melissa died, I started to eat a whole lot better. It turns out that people in
the late stages of terminal cancer do not get any nutrition from their food.
Basically their organs are shutting down, and the nutrients don’t get absorbed
properly. Basically, Melissa at that stage was eating for pleasure, and was
eating little bits of whatever the hell she wanted. Fair enough, too. As a
result of eating better, I’ve lost a fair bit of weight. This eating better
(and more exercise as well) has made me feel a whole lot better about myself.
So, after
eating fish ‘n’ chips on Friday, I have felt completely rotten. I don’t think
they were dodgy. I’m not sure what sort of bacteria can survive being deep
fried. I’m pretty sure it is just the fatty food and lack of vegetables. Now, I
don’t really get sick that often (touch wood) so this feeling is not the best.
It certainly makes looking after the kids very tricky. The kids were all keen
to play, and I did take them to the school for a run around, but I felt like
vomiting most of that time… Ick!
Now it
seems that the kids have finally become interested in sports. Last weekend we
went to Rebel sport. Zach needed a new pair of sneakers. While we were there,
the kids reminded me that I had promised them a ball each. Zach chose a rugby
ball (good lad) as he is playing touch rugby for his school on Thursday nights.
Paige, on the other hand, chose a pink and purple basketball. Both kids are
super proud of their balls, and we have been to the school to play basketball a
few times. Usually it is Paige and Zach versus me. Paige can’t quite get the
ball near the hoop yet, so Zach has to do the shooting. He has scored a few
baskets. It seems that I have remembered how to do the odd dodgy layup (much to
my amusement… I was TERRIBLE at basketball at school).
All up, not
a bad week so far. Melissa would have loved to see the kids playing basketball,
and running around with big smiles on their faces. They are great kids; I love
them to bits.
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