A grapefruit brought tears to my eyes last night.
Yep, you read that right… a grapefruit.
Over the past five years I haven’t been able to have a single taste of anything grapefruit, not one little drop. It’s been one of the many lovely limitations while taking my chemo pill, [there are actually a lot of medications that do not interact well with grapefruit, just an fyi]. Once time, I had made the mistake of not checking my green tea ingredients, and it had been infused with grapefruit, and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty, [eye roll].
I was at my parent’s house last night and we were talking about a trip Tony and I have at the end of the month. Somehow, grapefruits came up in the conversation. I heard the excitement and joy in my voice when I started saying how excited I was to eat a grapefruit for breakfast on vacation, [my voice tends to get a bit louder when I’m enthusiastic about a topic]. And before I knew it, I felt tears welling in my eyes. I don’t know if anybody noticed, but I had to take a couple deep breaths & collect myself before I could continue in the conversation. Who wants to be crazy & crying about grapefruit?
But the thought of tasting a grapefruit for the first time in five years at the end of March made me teary eyed.
It’s a simple, appreciative feeling that I never want to forget.
I never want to forget how an uncomplicated thought of eating a grapefruit for breakfast floods me with happiness.
I never want to take for granted the anticipation of sprinkling sugar on half of a ruby red grapefruit, something so normal and plain, and awaiting the blissful taste of the fruit.
I wish I could bottle up this feeling and sip on it.
I would take a sip every time I complain about something not going my way.
I would sip on it when I compare what someone else has to what I do.
I would take a sip when Ace isn’t listening…
… just kidding, Ace is perfect 🙂
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But, you get the idea.
A grapefruit & a little reflecting helped me.
I was able to learn a tad more about myself & who I want to be moving forward.
There has been a lot of darkness over the past [almost] five years, but I would be kidding myself if I didn’t recognize how many positives having cancer has brought into my life.
Yes, you read that right again.
Cancer is still a scary word. It’s probably always going to be. But cancer is also a word that has made me a better person, and for that, I’m grateful.
Toodles ladies & gents – I’m off to snuggle my perfect puppy.
xo
