Aaron wrote:It seems unusual since cancer thrives on sugar (chocolate candy , etc) , that he was mad they would not let him have one.
It doesn’t seem unusual to me, i’m not a medical person, but i have experienced illness, and, i have cared for loved ones in illness, some to their death with cancer and other terminal illness.
Food cravings happen.
In 1996, i was inexperienced with terminal illness, my always healthy+strong older brother was diagnosed with NHL, Non Hodgkins Lymphoma. My young son and i were visiting him in a special hospital room, we wore masks and gowns .. we were afraid, but tried not to be. We had a nice talk, it was lovely, altho he was thin and weak.
At one point, he looked at me and sighed, “i’d really like to have a taco.”
i was shocked because i did not know what to do. i wasn’t sure if he knew he was in a special room.
my first thot was to run and get him a taco! i was afraid. could he have it? would i be allowed to bring it? my mind was racing. i remember thinking, “you NEED mom’s cooking!” “you NEED her mashed potatoes” (which he loved so much.) he ate so much as a teen. she loved cooking for him.
well. i did nothing. i didn’t even ask if i could. i was so afraid of hurting him.
in that special room.
he lived several more weeks. he was at home until near the end.
i have always regretted not getting that taco. or mashed potatoes. not even asking.
In 2005, my mother was given a terminal diagnosis, cancer in her kidneys.
Her trusted long-term doctor, they had prevailed over several very hard challenges over years, expected she would live a few weeks. For years, he called her his “miracle patient,” she had survived close calls, heart attacks. She treated him like a beloved son.
She had lived a life of being very careful with her medications and diet. She lived “by doctors’ order.” Very conscientious. My father was the same, he supported her in every way.
With this diagnosis (she told us) Dr Hughes just looked at her, straight in the eye, and said,
“You may eat anything-you-like.”
This was a shock for her! “Free, at last!”
We took her home and fed her anything she wanted, including lots of Fannie May chocolates!
She was with us for 5 months, hospice did a great job of keeping her mostly pain-free.
She was bedridden, but in good spirits. We enjoyed those months. A labor of love, for sure.
She had done so much for so many. Oldest of 9, then 6 children of her own, lots of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It was an honor and pleasure to care for her.
Food is an interesting, complex part of life.
“Let us give thanks” ..
i hope Herman got a Snickers bar before he departed.
i hope he was surrounded by family.
Herman Cain