Fast forward to last month. My husband was visiting and we had an appointment with my oncologist, who tells me that things are progressing but slower than we'd hoped for. It was December 12th and my levels were good but I knew that in order for me to "get the heck out of Dodge" I had to do something to up my game, because clearly my current course of action wasn't helping enough. So we did some research on nutrition and it seemed pretty clear that maybe it was time for me to give red meat another chance. While I had resisted it for this long, it seemed like a better time than ever to give it a shot and to see if there was any positive effect. Well, this made my husband supremely excited, being the meat lover that he is.
So how am I handling the idea of eating meat? Well, it's mixed. While I really want to do it right and only eat more locally sourced products from farms with high animal welfare standards (this concept has my Dad thinking I'm a hippie), I know that it's not always possible. So when I can, I follow that ideal and when it's just a meal over which I don't have control...eh, I might just eat it anyways, if it looks good to me.