I have a
problem. Ok, I have another problem on top of all my problems. I am addicted to
Rocky Road ice cream. I’m not making fun, I am seriously addicted to these
wonderful little pints that I can buy at my corner drug store. Let me start by
saying that I think I am a much healthier eater than I was ten years ago. I try
to eat vegetables, I don’t drink sodas and I buy organic as much as I can. I
also make most everything so processed foods are on their way out. But I can’t
seem to give up Blue Bell’s Rocky Road ice cream. They have other flavors that
I like, but there is just something about opening that pint with those little
marshmallows and bits of almonds that melt me. I can only eat it at night too.
Never during the day. It is my simple pleasure that I just can’t seem to give
up. I try. I actually said the other night that I am only going to allow myself
one splurge a month. Two days later, after finishing my tub, I said the same
thing. I never buy more than I will eat in one sitting. If I buy a half gallon,
well then let me just say that it doesn’t last long. I feel the effects of it,
but at least I am running so that has to count for something. My weakness
unfortunately is my husband’s too. We have no shame, just jiggly bellies. I
have an idea; I could make this work for me. I could pledge that for each
person who donates, I will eat a pint. Hmmm….nah I would really jiggle then.
Nope, I won’t do it. I will just do it the old fashioned way….ask.
In the
beginning asking was simple. I asked and my friends and family responded. Now,
donations have slowed to almost a halt. One donation was made yesterday. I knew
about it, but it was from someone who said it was a charity close to her heart.
She gave me a boost. I was down yesterday…Surprise! Anyway, I wasn’t feeling
terribly positive. My husband said I should take a break from all of this and I
was considering it. Actually, what I really wanted to do was to post a thank
you on Facebook, say a polite good-bye and then scoot back into my bubble.
Facebook has caused me such disappointment. I thought I could convince the
people I went to school with that after all of this time, they should jump on
board with a crazy woman they once might have known. I thought I could make
them care for something so terrifying to me that they would donate and tell
everyone they knew to do the same. I failed to think that maybe they all have
lives and causes they are supporting. I am naïve. Well, I live in a bubble what
do you expect. Then the donation
yesterday happened. Renewed hope. At least a little. I didn’t compose my farewell
instead I made another plea. Only one responded (as of right this second). I
think it is safe to say that I have beaten that dead horse enough. I say that
now, but I can’t help thinking that there is someone out there that has not
been reached yet, that has not seen the video or simply doesn’t know what
pancreatic cancer is. That someone may not have had the chance to read
everything I have posted. That someone may be the one that starts a national
campaign to help raise a million dollars. For that person, I will keep at it.
For my mom and everyone else that has been forced to know this disease, I WILL KEEP
ASKING!
In the
meantime, I will venture out of my bubble, some. I will keep dragging Pebbles
because she is family now. I will carry this weight for all of those suffering,
grieving or fighting. But please forgive me if I put on a little weight in the
future. I’m going to the store to get some rocky road.
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