[cranberry-fig sourdough, made by my daughter, daiskmeliadorn]
I ate this delicious bread for breakfast this morning and enjoyed it enormously, savouring every single mouthful. It yielded a whole variety of wonderful textures and delicious flavours while I read my book about a father-son relationship and drank my first coffee of the day, while sitting in a nice quiet sunny window seat. Overall a fabulous breakfast experience.
In a couple of weeks’ time, however, on Monday 10 April, I will be eating white bread without crusts – with no enjoyment and indeed a certain amount of trepidation. I will be preparing for a date with Dr N on Wednesday 12 April when he will explore as much as he can of the inside of my gastro-intestinal tract. He will make his exploration in two journeys, beginning at each end of the gut. To prepare for this I have 24 hours of ‘low residue diet’ (nothing more exciting than white bread) on the Monday, followed by 18 hours of just clear fluids, then 6 hours of fasting. I then front up at the hospital to have an endoscope and a colonoscope inserted by Dr N. That can’t be much fun for me, can it?
Since my cancer diagnosis a few months ago, I have been attempting to make the most of each day, not knowing how many days there are ahead, and what those future days might hold. So I will continue to enjoy daiskmeliadorn’s bread while I have the chance.