Peg was out in the garden today

Peg spent about 20 minutes with Zoë collecting veggies and dead-heading flowers.  She tends to push the envelope, which will help in her recovery, but leaves her a little short of breath in the meantime.  I have to remind her she doesn't need to do everything, by herself, all at once.  She's skinnier but entirely full of p**s and vinegar. 

Zoë and I prod her into eating every two hours, because she has a diminished appetite and a need to bulk up.  Peg's even requested something we all agreed was as dangerous as Plutonium in our house and agreed to banish a few months ago-- Trader Joe's Frozen Macaroni & Cheese.  How many calories per serving?  Don't ask.  Seriously.  Peg needs the protein, and I'm willing to latch on to a convenient excuse to indulge in the penultimate Mac n' Cheese Experience.  "Yeah, Peg, I'm whompin' this down... for you. Yeah, that's the ticket..."

It was great to see her outside today in the waning afternoon sun.  What a radically different experience than being hermetically sealed inside an oncology wing of a hospital, 400 feet inside a winding air conditioned corridor, ten miles and 400 carpeted feet from the rich earthiness of the garden we've created as a family.