Today we have a picture of a very happy chicken. I am in the second week of radiation therapy. So far it has been going well. Not many major side effects except for one. I have lost my appetite. It has officially gone on vaca. I have also lost the taste for Chicken. My closest friends and family members know how much I love chicken. I am the Bubba Gump of chicken, I can eat it any way on any day for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Well, not any more.
The chicken in the picture is dancing because it knows it is safe for a while anyway. What have I been eating? Oh salads, tuna fish, soup and fruit smoothies. It is all good and I am amazed at the fact that I do not miss the meat.
I had planned to purchase organic chicken and other meats to be free of all the things they are given to enhance their growth. The type of cancer I am being treated for is related to the production of too much estrogen. Since I am way past menopause (it came early at age 43) I did not think I was producing estrogen. I realized today it was all that chicken made extra big and juicy with growth hormones which include estrogen. I did research to make sure my thoughts were correct, so it is no joke. If I had been a moderate chicken eater, I may not be going through this today. I had the test, I am not carrying the gene, so chicken is the scapegoat for now anyway.
You have to be able to find humor where you can and if it has to be at the expense of my dear friend chicken, so be it. I cannot say if my taste for chicken will gradually return, but for now the chickens of the world can feel safe, because today, if there was just me and one chicken left on the earth, it would be safe.