The Last Supper

Well here we are on the eve of destruction.  The destruction of wayward cells.  Radiotherapy starts tomorrow after what seems an excruciating wait.  Mum arrived on Friday and has already been busy helping around the house.  In fact I feel a little guilty here blogging away while she tackles the family ironing, but there was no convincing her otherwise.  We have been pretty quiet this weekend, contemplating next week and really not to sure what to expect.

We have been told there will be a whole range of side effects that Karen may get to varying degrees.  The nature of radiotherapy is the destruction of cells in the effected area.  It is non discriminate; that is, it will kill the cancer cells and also the healthy cells.  The healthy cells being those lining the mouth and tongue including the taste buds.  Fortunately this is not permanent, but we have been advised this can last several months after the treatment has finished.  So before Karen's taste goes weird, we needed to bring in the ultimate of comfort food.  Roast chicken with roast veg and gravy.  Can't beat it.  This was followed by a date and toffee pudding with ice cream. Yum!

So from tomorrow at 10am at the Royal Adelaide it all starts.  I guess as a positive if I cook a really crappy meal one night I can off load it to Karen and it wont make any difference.