Are Cheese Steak Sandwiches a Weight Watchers Friendly Food?

February 19, 2007 at 9:56 pm (Uncategorized)

“It’s sad saying goodbye to Mommy,” Andrew said this evening.  The tears made his giant brown eyes look even more liquid than usual.

“I know, sweetie,” I told him, and then I rehashed the myriad ways that me leaving for a few days was actually going to be a lot of fun for him.  After all, his father is going to spoil him rotten (so far, I’ve overheard at least four planned outings that involved either whipped cream, sugar, ice cream, or all three); his grandparents are arriving on Wednesday and will spoil him rotten; Andrea, his buddy and babysitter knows I am leaving and will likely spoil him rotten; at this rate, it won’t surprise me to learn that Kate our cat has baked him fish cupcakes or some such thing.

Truthfully, though, I didn’t feel much like a cheerleader tonight.  I leave early in the morning for a medical trip to Philadelphia.  For the first time ever, I am going without Andrew or Jay.  I’m lucky that my good friend Amy is meeting me in the City of Brotherly Love to help me navigate the unnavigable streets and to provide moral support at my doctors’ visits.  I wasn’t supposed to return to Philadelphia until next month, but with all my new symptoms and with all my new medications, my doctor told me to come back sooner.  Plus, how long can a gal go without having contrast dye injected into her veins and spending an afternoon in an MRI tube?

I know it’s a good decision to leave Andrew at home.  My extra-complicated liver biopsy gave him plenty of opportunities to see his mother sick, enfeebled, and in a hospital.  He doesn’t need to worry about my health any more than he already does.  (Yesterday he ordered me “back to bed” when I was up and around in the kitchen.)  Also, the little fellow is over three years old and has only been away from me for one night.  I think it’s an important step in his development to separate from me a little.  Still, I’m going to miss him, and he’s going to miss me.

Part of why I like being with him during these doctor-fests is that he keeps me sane and focused on what is important (him), instead of falling into a pit of anxiety about what might happen or what could happen to me.  Doctors, as I’m sure most of you readers know, have a unique ability to make things sound dire, and then tell you to go home and stop worrying.  But it would be selfish to drag Andrew across the country for moral support.  Still, I think I’ll be crying more than he will be tomorrow when I board the plane.

I’ve been making these pilgrimages to the specialists for so long that I don’t actually get nervous anymore.  I simply dread the whole process – the scheduled testing, the unscheduled testing they always decide to do at the last minute, the same set of questions from different doctors, the aforementioned dire news, and then the aforementioned pseudo-soothing words.  I’m thankful I won’t be alone.  But I will miss my boys.  Jay knows just when to hug me, when to leave me alone, and when to get Starbucks, in addition to rarely getting lost.  Andrew knows how to get excited about a delivery truck at the hotel, the thought of a dip in the pool, and junk food from a restaurant.

I hope I get good news.  But, as I’ve said before, it’s difficult to discern what actually is good news when it comes to this disease.  So, I will hope instead that Amy and I have a good time between appointments, that the doctors are compassionate and knowledgeable, that they agree I am on the right course in terms of medication, that we only get lost three or four times a day, and that I don’t gain back the paltry ten pounds I’ve lost on cheese steak sandwiches (one of God’s grander creations).  And, of course, that Andrew misses me just enough, but not too much that he can’t enjoy the cat’s kitchen creations.

1 Comment

  1. Paul said,


    I could not think of a better way to spend an afternoon than in a MRI tube after being injected with contrast dye. (NOT!!!!)

    Hang in there


    PS Cheese Steak sandwiches may not be on weight watchers but they are obviously worth having

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