Hooray! This is the wonderful white bread moment that I was waiting for.
My post-op toast.
I was so very ill following the cancer surgery last week that I was nil by mouth for the best part of a week. The only thing I was given was the occasional ice cube to suck on. I graduated to a few teaspoons of water. Woah, easy there!
On the big day, I was given a mug of tea and I felt like I could conquer the world. Then that evening, along with more pale tea, it arrived. I got two slices of hot toast with butter and raspberry jam.
Just tasting real food after so long was incredible. And quite weird too. It was almost like I’d never eaten something with so much intense flavour. I was only able to manage one piece of toast.
It was amazing, yes. Better than I thought it would be. It was something that made me very happy.
But there was problem with my first proper meal – I was eating it while in intensive care.
Something went very very wrong after surgery. I will write about this properly in the coming days. Lets just say it was horrendous but I’m fine now. Well, as good as you can be after major surgery.
That’s why I didn’t want to celebrate my hospital toast-op until I truly felt like I was recovering. Now finally I do. I’m confident that I’m over the worst.
I also hope that I’ll never ever have to taste that toast again.