Yummmmm..... There is nothing like the smell of homemade bread floating through the house or homemade chicken soup. It seems to be able to bring a sense of calm and release stress from the body like no other smell can. It brings back memories of days flooded with grandma's wise words over lunch. A sandwich made on fresh home-made bread. I think my favourite was butter and her home-made raspberry jam. The butter would melt into the bread, still warm from the oven, and the jam would warm up a bit and it would just send every brain cell to pure joy and you could do nothing but smile with every bite. It's times like these that I use to help me de-stress from things that may be happening in my life. Right now, a new/old stress has returned: Cancer.
God!! how I despise that word. A couple of weeks ago, Jeff's dad went to his doctor for his CT results on his chest and he was told that since December, the spot on his lung has doubled in size. WOW!! what a shock to everyone. So now we wait until mid September to talk to his cancer doctor about what the options are if any, at his age. Dad just turned 85 at the beginning of August and now we wait. In the meantime though, dad's mind is racing all over the place not fully understanding but also I think fully understanding the implications of the information given to him. He didn't even come up from his place to talk to me for a whole week. Usually, he would come up once or twice or even say hi, when he saw me on one of my trips down to the basement. When he finally did come up, he had lots of questions and concerns, with no answers. I do hope that the answers come at his next appointment. Now I see a man who is depressed and usually just sits and thinks, about what, no one really knows, but just a whole plethora of things.
So we try to get him out and he is now going out for his walks daily. That's what will keep him going. I on the other hand just keep thinking of the smell of home-made bread and that somehow it will all work out.
A friend of mine wrote on his blog about a saying found in England during the war....Keep Calm and Carry On! Well, the smell of home-made bread, will help me do that. Now, if only I was good at baking bread!
