A couple of weeks ago my sister Tasha underwent brain surgery to remove a large tumor on her optic nerve. She weathered the eight hours of surgery super well, her doctor reported, and now it’s all about the recovery. The hard wiring in her brain is messed up due to the surgery and her brain is expanded. It’s hard for her to speak coherently and she has moments of incredible lucidity along with emotional outbursts, as well as periods of quietude. She’s eager to return to her life as a power attorney and is working hard on speech and physical therapy. During the recovery, which may take a long time, she also needs to eat well to nourish her brain.
I made Tasha some food last week when I was in Los Angeles, where she resides. Rory and I drove my parents up to stay with her so that her husband Paul and son may have some relief. Who is ever prepared to deal with a difficult situation like this? No one. None of us knew what to expect and we’re all trying our best to help out.
My oldest sister Chi (top middle) is into juicing and swears that it’ll help. She trained Paul and his son to make up a concoction for Tasha, who had a hard time swallowing the juice. My mom brought a bunch of homemade Vietnamese food up to the house, such as banh gio rice and pork dumplings, which Tasha has been open to eating, but not always. Tasha has consistently been finicky about food (she never wants raw onion on her pho!) and right now, it’s hard to figure out what she’ll respond to. She has a hard time discerning hot from cold foods and needs to see an array of options before she picks what she wants to eat. That can be challenging to my mom, who loves to spoil and please her family with food.