Kernel to Cancer
Yesterday one tonsil swelled so greatly that I nearly cried every time I swallowed. I was in such pain and after trying all the oral remedies we have in the house, I took a Prednisone, left over from an asthma attack, and spent some time letting Google diagnose me. Once we (me and Google) decided I had cancer, I called Bill and asked him what we should do if I had 6 months to live. I decided I wanted to have a garden growing at the time of my death so that has become the newest landscaping goal.
As with any other pain, sore, bump, or swelling, I decided to poke at my tonsil with something sharp. I noticed a scary large lump and focused my instrument on it. It moved around but didn't seem to pop. After poking it, I noticed a hint of relief and today the pain has completely subsided. The source of my malaise, I now know, was a stuck popcorn piece. As I sit next to my daily bowl of popcorn right now, I marvel at how it took a kernel to get me to evaluate what I most want out of life. I am grateful that all I'm wanting in what could be my final days (as they may very well could be) is fresh rosemary.
As with any other pain, sore, bump, or swelling, I decided to poke at my tonsil with something sharp. I noticed a scary large lump and focused my instrument on it. It moved around but didn't seem to pop. After poking it, I noticed a hint of relief and today the pain has completely subsided. The source of my malaise, I now know, was a stuck popcorn piece. As I sit next to my daily bowl of popcorn right now, I marvel at how it took a kernel to get me to evaluate what I most want out of life. I am grateful that all I'm wanting in what could be my final days (as they may very well could be) is fresh rosemary.