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"I want to meet you where the world stops
flesh consumes flesh
and need triumphs all."
Dad and I started a new morning routine. It was my job to pull out all the produce from the refrigerator. Dad cut up the produce, made the juice, and handled clean-up. I normally did chores while he was making juice and Mom took a nap.
Once I got the hang of juice making, I started concocting my own juice recipes with Dr. Fuhrman's book "Super Immunity", the Gerson Therapy books, and my instincts. There was so much of this new path we were making us we went. This wasn't a proven or well paved path. This was a "Figure It Out As You Go" plan. A sort of "By The Seat Of Your Pants" approach to life.
How much produce equals how much juice?
I was still working on it. It took a lot more produce to produce a decent amount of juice. I kept taking taking photos of everything we were doing and loading it up onto the album I'd made on Flickr. It allowed loved ones to stay updated with what we were doing. I knew Mom hated when I pointed the camera of her. She'd rather be behind the camera every chance. But I had to document our journey. So I dared her death ray eyes to a duel and kept clicking away.
I don't know if people appreciated the "don't-know-how-to-shade-the-truth-share-too-much-for-my-own-good" updates of mine or not. If there was a support group for over-sharers, I needed a membership card.
My introduction would be like, "Hi I'm Chris."
"And I'm an over-sharer," I'd say.
I'm not sure I cared if anyone was bothered by the onslaught of candid information. I wrote it like I saw it and how I felt it, without filters. I knew no other way to be. I couldn't tone it down and gloss it over if I tired. Not when I was writing.
When Mom came back from the care facility at the end of August, she looked twenty years older. She had been both sucked dry and inflated. Her skin was so dry and her face was puffed out. If the hospital and care facility were places of healing, you'd never know it by the look of my Mom when she left those places. I found it ironic, both were supposedly places of "healing" and their answer was pump her full of meds and sugar. Sure, nothing a few drugs and some sugar can't fix right up.
After we got her off the meds and sugar, it became a question of what to fill the voids left within her with.
If we weren't going to pump her full of meds what were we going to pump her full of?
If "sugared nutrition" wasn't the answer, then what nutrition was the answer?
We could pump juice into her, morning, noon, and night. Mainline it right into her.
It became clear that Dad and I needed them as well. We were running ourselves into the ground trying to take care of Mom and be okay and figure out what we were doing. We needed all the energy we could get. It was more taxing for us than it was for Mom. She had to lay in bed and be okay. We were the ones running around like chickens with our heads cut off, not realizing we were already flayed out on the ground from the sheer exhaustion and stress. But we kept going.
What else could we do?
Mom and Dad Taking Their Evening Cocktail
Days Juicing: 3
Mom's getting between four to five (with a goal of seven) juices a day. Some cut up apple. We're going to start adding additional snacks...maybe carrots...blueberries..and see what she'll eat.
It's amazing she's drinking the juices. We weren't sure she was going to. This is a woman who wants "CHOCOLATE". Lol
She'd been drinking a lot of Ensures (nutritional weight management bottle drink), which the hospital put her on. But that is loaded with carbs (cane sugar) and has been impacting her bowels in a negative way. In addition, she has issues with her Spleen and her Pancreas, so the last thing she needs is bottled sugar.
So, that means her body is craving the nutrients.
The Gerson Therapy recommends coffee enemas. We asked our Family Doc/Chiropractor/Healer about that. And he said that her body is doing enough detox right now, with the juices, and we don't want to pull anything else out of her body. Which is good, because Dad and I weren't sure either one of us wanted to get involved in enemas. Lol\
Juice Day 3
1 1/2-2 cups cabbage
1- 1 1/2 cups bok choy
1/4 cup endive
1 cup romaine lettuce
1 1/2 cups carrots
1/2 cup beet greens (no stems)
2 1/2-3 cups green apples
1/3-1/2 cup parsley
1 1/2 tablespoon garlic
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