Praise the Lord and pass the Chocolate. . .

“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”
Victor Hugo

(blooming beauty coneflowers / Julie Cook / 2015)

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. . .!!!
That’s me bursting into song. . .
And for whatever reason, whenever I’m heard to mutter the phrase “Praise the Lord” it is instinctively followed with another phrase. . . “pass the ammunition. . .
Which, I might add, is actually the lyrics to a real song—so don’t think I’m daft or crazy.

Praise the Lord And Pass The Ammunition was a song written in 1942 in response to the bombing of Pearl Harbor. . .now as to why that phrase flows forth as part of my singing repertoire, I couldn’t say- – -maybe it’s because of some sort of deep-seated Broadwayesque hidden desire on my part—or maybe it’s more aptly because I am now very tried and perhaps a bit slap happy. . . either way, I’m bursting forth in song as well as praise. . .

Dad came through the anesthesia like a champ.
For a shriveled up 87 year old, pale, bone thin individual, Dad is like the energizer bunny who just keeps taking licking after licking but keeps on thankfully ticking!
Inflammation and colitis sure beats what it was thought to have been!!

He’s barely eaten in 3 weeks. No sustenance nor nourishment to speak of nor nutriments staying in.
Weak and frail has been the name of the game.

After waking up, with the doctor telling him there is no cancer, Dad immediately wants to know what he can and can’t eat. He keys in on the doctor saying, ” Well I don’t think we need to starve him. . .”

Fast forward to our trek back home.

“Dad, would you like for me to stop by Chick-fil-A so I can order you a little bowl of their chicken noodle soup?”
This on a day that it’s 91 degrees outside.
“Well, that sounds good, but I’d really rather have one of their chocolate brownies”

I practically scream as I then rationally try explaining that he’s barely eaten anything in 3 weeks and that his guts are still irritated and inflamed—he needs to go slow as he now needs meds to help bring a healing. . . needing to gradually build back up to eating “real” food.
Chicken noodle soup is a good start. . .

“Well”, Dad counters. . .”I’d still prefer a chocolate brownie—they’ll keep. . .just get me one for later”
Knowing good and well that his idea of later is in later this evening when he knows I’m good and gone, headed back out of town. . .I do not order the brownie. . .”Maybe for Father’s Day you can have chocolate. . .” I counter, much to his chagrin. . .

Yet despite ailments and chocolate requests, I want to offer my heartfelt “thank you” to each of you for your good wishes, thoughts, love and prayers.
Hopefully the meds will bring a healing and he’ll slowly get to add back real food, gain some strength and get back to what he enjoys most in life. . .sitting in his chair, watching Buck Rogers (yep, they still replay the 1930’s childhood favorite) all while eating, noshing, snacking and savoring on all things chocolate. . .
Praise the Lord indeed!!!

8 comments on “Praise the Lord and pass the Chocolate. . .

  1. Lynda says:

    I hope you are able to have a day to do some of the things that bring you peace and joy! Please take care of yourself too. Blessings and prayers continue.

  2. Kentucky Angel says:

    Praise the Lord indeed, but do pass the chocolate to him Julie. When I was having swallowing problems about 3 years ago the only thing that kept me alive was chocolate, a sliver at a time that would melt slowly in my mouth and slip down my throat without choking me on the way down. I tried the soup, but choked. Chocolate saved my life at that time, very small amounts at a time, but several times a day, about 6 ounces total per day. There were tests of all types run to find a reason for the swallowing problems, but the reason was the same as for all others, MS. It’s still an off and on process, but small amounts of chocolate keep me going. Maybe they will do the same for your Dad, at least make him happy, but stress the SMALL amount part when you give him the chocolate. The main thing right now is to let him figure out what he can handle. He will know after one or two bites if he can handle it or not. Prayers continue for you both.

  3. Nicodemas says:

    What a beautiful post! I love this. Make sure in about a week you take him a brownie, and maybe some vanilla ice cream to go on top!

  4. Oh my goodness, we called our mom the energizer bunny and it seemed that she would indeed go on forever. And for sure praise the Lord!. I’m so glad your dad on the road to recovery and there was no cancer. Now maybe your life will stabilize some too. I’ll bet he did go home and after you left found some chocolate in the house. Oh well. Maybe it won’t hurt his tummy too badly. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

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