You were unconscious when I saw you after your first brain surgery the summer before junior year. Your forehead was stained with antiseptic and framed with dried blood that had trickled down where your head was clamped down for the operation. Mom and I sat in silence and waited for you to wake up and joke with the nurses like you always did, but you were sound asleep. Several minutes later, I walked out of the hospital and sat on the cold metal benches in front of the entrance. I thought about home, our beautiful little farm with our wood stove and small orchard. You would spend all day working: planting in the garden, collecting and chopping firewood, and cooking delicious dinners. Before, when you used to ask me for help, I usually gave you some excuse to get out of it. Now, I knew that your health would hinder your ability to take care of yourself and keep up with the housework on your own; I knew I had to help.
When your doctor told you that your tumor was likely to grow back, I remembered your lectures about the importance of eating well: How what we eat fuels our body and is a tool for prevention. Before your brain surgery, I never took nutrition seriously–the word …show more content…
It used to be nothing more than busywork for me when I was younger. The hot air, the long, tedious routine of digging, the planting, the watering -- this was not the most enjoyable hobby. That summer, I started to enjoy digging through the dirt, as you’d tell me stories about your childhood. I started to enjoy seeing the worms, spiders, and beetles scurrying away from my large hands as they dig through the dirt. Food became more satisfying when I understood the care that you put into almost every ingredient in our meals. I finally understood the relaxation, beauty, and enjoyment gardening brought you, and it became important to me to help you maintain your passion. I actually wanted to help
When your doctor told you that your tumor was likely to grow back, I remembered your lectures about the importance of eating well: How what we eat fuels our body and is a tool for prevention. Before your brain surgery, I never took nutrition seriously–the word …show more content…
It used to be nothing more than busywork for me when I was younger. The hot air, the long, tedious routine of digging, the planting, the watering -- this was not the most enjoyable hobby. That summer, I started to enjoy digging through the dirt, as you’d tell me stories about your childhood. I started to enjoy seeing the worms, spiders, and beetles scurrying away from my large hands as they dig through the dirt. Food became more satisfying when I understood the care that you put into almost every ingredient in our meals. I finally understood the relaxation, beauty, and enjoyment gardening brought you, and it became important to me to help you maintain your passion. I actually wanted to help