Just over a year ago, good friends told us about Blue Apron and gave us three free meals so we could try it. Blue Apron is a weekly meal delivery service. Once the box of fresh ingredients arrives at your door, the rest is up to you. Cook it up, serve it up and clean it up. Pretty mindless. And that’s a good thing for minds shattered by a terminal, untreatable diagnosis.
Maybe I shouldn’t say “untreatable”because, theoretically, we could have cracked open Stuart’s chest, tried to remove the tumor on his heart and, if he survived that, put him on chemo for, oh… in the best scenario, maybe six more months of some kind of life.
No. That wasn’t an option for us. Or him. No way baby. Not for our baby.
Who’s now 9 years old.
So, it’s been three weeks. One more week than expected by the specialist at the emergency hospital. He’s in perfect spirits. No pain. No nothing. Just pure, unadulterated, Stuart scrumptiousness.
We don’t know anything these days. Each day at a time, we’re loving our boy and he’s loving us.
But there’s one thing I do know. Tonight’s dinner is seafood. And I didn’t have to catch it myself.