Yesterday I received a phone call for me to come in today for my CT scan. It is remarkable how fast the healthcare system can move sometimes for things that are urgent. I will now the results prior to my laparoscopic surgery. I am not sure if there is a plan for a PET scan as it did not reveal much originally. Drinking the fluid was much easier this time as I could barely taste anything. I am not sure what the scan showed, but I am not anticipating much change or perhaps even some shrinkage.
I hear my parents tell stories about me when I was young. I was spoiled then, the first born male child of the youngest in a large family. At this time I spent most of my time moving things in a wagon attached to my tricycle. I spent my days transporting wood apparently. One of the most entertaining things that my parents tell me is at this age I would eat spicy food and would refuse to eat if it was not made spicy. We eat pineapple with a spicy chili salt sprinkled on top. I would get pineapple from a vendor in the market and would refuse to eat it until they put on the spicy chili salt. I would spend my time wandering through the market eating food from different food vendors. I would refuse to eat unless they made it spicy. At the end of the day they would come to my parents and get reimbursed. It is a favorite tale for them to tell and it is remarkable that they would let a 3 year old wander around by himself eating what he wanted. My parents tell me that I would wait until stalls open to eat some of my favorites and everyone thought that this was normal. I was lucky in this situation as so many people would feed me and take care of me.
When both kids were young they did not like anything spicy. Xavier has started to eat more and more spicy now and he is beginning to enjoy it and have quite a tolerance for it. Olivier still does not. I wonder one day if he will enjoy it as well or not.
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