So here's my lame attempt at brain cake....the cake fell apart coming out of the pan (it kind of looks like a partial frontal lobotomy was performed) and the icing didn't come out quite how I had hoped. So John and I had a chunk of it after supper and I'll stop by a bakery this week to get a real cake for the gang at the clinic.If I want to be completely honest here, I'd have to say that I really didn't know what to expect with the diagnosis 10 years down the road. I have known from the first year that there was a chance at some point I'd be in a wheelchair, lose my sight, or something else. None of those things really bothered me then. And they don't bother me now, either. Shit happens. I could just as easily be creamed by a delivery van crossing the street in this town.
I know my parents worry much more than I do and that is the only thing that truly bothers me. I have occasional symptoms like a tingling in my left nostril, some numbness and tingling in the toes of my right foot, and some painful spasms from time to time. I consider these things to be reminders of how lucky I truly am. And even my parents' worrying reminds me how lucky I am to have them as my parents.
We don't know how good we have it until something bad happens. That's life.
S.
2 comments:
The brain cake is AWESOME! What's the frosting made out of??
I am glad the pics I sent you are coming in handy :)
It's just the Betty Crocker French Vanilla frosting with a few drops of red food colouring....
The cake actually tasted pretty good, but I didn't think it would hold together too well for transport. The other frontal lobe and the rest of it are in pieces in my freezer.
Shauna
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