Breakfast of Champions

I ate 10 pieces of bacon for breakfast this morning.

What? Not the way you thought a cancer blog would start? Well, don't fret, this blog is about nasopharyngeal cancer. There are just so many little ways living with someone who has cancer affects your life and one of those ways for me is bacon.

Back in December 2010, my fiance and I would eat bacon with hash browns for breakfast on the weekend. It was our thing. We both love bacon. What can we say - we're Canadian eh. As of January 2011, my fiance cannot chew much without pain now so he can't eat much solid food anymore. Soups are where it's at.

But I digress, so the bacon was just sitting in the fridge this morning, all lonely and threatening to go bad if I didn't eat it. What else could a girl who loves bacon do? I had to eat it. Eat every last piece.

I fried them all up and chowed them all down before my fiance got up. Now there's no more bacon in the fridge and likely won't be anymore bacon there for at least 6 months. That's how long the doctors say it will take for him to have treatment then recover from the treatment.

My fiance was diagnosed with cancer on Dec. 27, 2010. On Jan. 4, 2011 we found out it was nasopharyngeal cancer. And since then it's cliche, but it's been a frickin roller coaster of emotions. My fiance is 33 years old.