No Yam Enchiladas on St. Patrick's Day

The good news is that I am doing better than I feel. The bad news is that I feel wiped out, and that probably will not improve for about two weeks. But what can you say about a doctor that prescribes going to the Boundary Bay Brewery for lunch and ordering a yam enchilada? This is a doctor who knows there is more to surviving cancer than prescribing radiation treatments or chemotherapy. There is that fragile component called the will to live. The suggestion to have lunch may seem like a small thing. I assure you that it was not. I am at a very low point in my energy reserves. Everything takes such great effort. Today I needed more than my radiation treatment and I got it.

My doctor watched as I entered the Cancer Center, noticed how much slower I walked than last week; but he also noted that I was looking at birds building a nest in the porch rafters. “Obviously, there are still some things that call to your attention.” Yes, and two squirrels running across the parking lot. Something bright to break up a day that looked so dreary. That he could know that that was important… was important to me. I am grateful to have found this positive and enthusiastic doctor. It is that little extra that I need right now… plus a prescription for yam enchiladas with lots of sauce. But they will have to wait for later. We arrived at Boundary Bay Brewery on St. Patrick’s Day with a special St. Patrick Day’ menu, which didn’t include enchiladas. I wonder why?

... PLM