What the hell?

No, the photo has nothing to do with this post.  I just liked the maple leaf.  And it is a “what the hell kind of day”.

I was supposed to go with a neighbour this morning to get some farm – fresh asparagus.

I was going to teach her how to make soup.

We would have gone in her truck.  She had never been to Barrie Hill Farms – a shame – since this farm is a Barrie icon.

When I was in university, I worked there during asparagus season as a picker.

She cancelled this morning before I cancelled her.  I was not up to the trip as my incision is still sore and I am still wondering how I am going to shower with the bandages?  She cancelled because someone needed her help.

But now.

I think I’ll go anyhow.

Why not? What the hell?

Baby steps.

Ben is home.  He can drive me.  Then, I’ll make some soup.

Why not?  Why am I in bed?  I hate doing nothing all day – it is very, very, very boring.  Asparagus is good for the soul, it is good for my immune system, and doing something has GOT to be better for me than doing nothing.

So – my goal for today is to make fresh asparagus soup – and shower.  These two things will bring me back to life and help me not feel sorry for myself.

While I don’t believe everything I read, I figure, what the hell?  What can it hurt to eat more asparagus?  “Cancer Prevention: It is well known that chronic inflammation and cell oxidation can lead to various types of cancer. With its anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties, asparagus is a strong fighter against cancer in the bladder, breast, colon, lung, prostate, and ovaries, among others.” I don’t think that applies to cancer which presents via BRCA2 mutations.. but well, again, what the hell?

So – there is my day.  Hail the mighty asparagus spear.

Today – it’s gonna be soup.

Because, well, what the hell?

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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18 Responses to What the hell?

  1. I like pronouncing asparagus as ASS PER AG US. 🙂 And I’ve never had ASS PER AG US soup. 🙂 What the hell?

  2. Judy says:

    It sounds like a “soup”er idea!
    After reading what you do with your abundent energy (remodeling) – I can only imagine that this must be like hell for you. I love your baby steps and push to be productive. Wish you felt better and I hope the incision stops hurting soon.

    • inmycorner says:

      Ha ha – good one! Today is already a better day although, you are right, this immobility is killing me! Now I know how my Dad felt. Guess we learn lessons of empathy every day.

  3. Helen Veltkamp says:

    What the hell? I think you should post the recipe and we will all make soup!

  4. Gwen says:

    Soup I always good for the soul and on such a cool (read cold) day, soup should be a welcome comfort. I agree with Helen, post the recipe too.

  5. lorieb says:

    I used to like asparagus until I found out I am allergic to it LOL, apparently alot of people are

  6. Love the attitude!

  7. Gallivanta says:

    I haven’t tried asparagus soup but I love fresh asparagus. I don’t mind what it is good for, just so long as I get some each season!

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