I've discovered, in times of great stress, I crave the foods I loved most as
a child. Homemade chicken noodle soup, ribs and chicken with dressing, and
chocolate cream pie...stuff like that. Yesterday, at 7 pm, I made a
chocolate cream pie. What does that tell you?
My eldest brother, a shy, quiet man who is just about the nicest person on
earth, was diagnosed 2 months ago with hypertrophic myocardiopathy. He'd had
a mild heart condition all his life due to being a preemie, so this had a
major effect. Eventually, he will likely need a heart transplant. He is the
second of my brothers to be diagnosed with this condition, which (from what
I understand) is a thickening of the heart muscles that causes difficulties
keeping the blood oxygenated. Anyway, we've all been very worried, yes. But
he'd had a pacemaker/defibrillator put in his chest, and they said that
would help, and keep him from needing surgery for a while.
We became cautiously optimistic. Ate more salad, you know. Then yesterday
morning my sister called me. Donnie had gone in for more tests over the last
few weeks because he was feeling excessively weak and fatigued and having
problems with his eyes. After several rounds of testing, he was diagnosed
yesterday with Myasthenia Gravis. Hence, the chocolate cream pie. And the
tomato bisque for dinner. Today, chicken soup with grandma's homemade
noodles and tapioca pudding. Ok, and a piece of chocolate. Or two.
What do you eat when you're stressed/worried/sad?
kimberly