...Lace Up Your Gloves...

Well, I don't know if I can call it *decadence*, per se, but I have been quite spoiled throughout this chemo thing. My brother and sister-in-law have been bringing by treats of some sort each Wednesday, so that they are waiting there when we come home. The first week was flowers, last week was See's candy, this week was homemade ice cream. (YUUUUM!) Maybe they're just trying to fatten me up...

And, if that weren't enough, our sweet friend Alice, who has decided she loves me
like her own daughter made us a huge pot of deliciously hearty vegetable soup accompanied with Arabic brrrrrrrrrrread. Alice is one of those people that you just have to know to appreciate - 60 years young with a mindset of a 30 year old, from Bethlehem, and even though she's been in the states for over 30 years, you'd never know it by the strength of her accent. Her typical call, usually to Greg's cell phone goes something like this:

"Hello Laaaaaaahve. This is Alice. How is our JenJen? (pronounced more like ZhenZhen) I laaahhve her. (I love her, too, Alice.) Ohhhh thanks you Gaaaahd that she is doing so well, your beautiful girl. You come pick up soup tonight, with Arabic brrrrrrrrrrrread. And fruits. I have fruits for you, too. You make sure JenJen eats lots of the frrrrrrrruits....."

And damn if that soup wasn't hearty and delicious. I haven't quite gotten to the frrrrrrrruits yet...