Oil, Juice, Chocolate, Cheese.

Me: I just juiced up a melon, two pears and a hunk of ginger, forgetting that fruit juices have glucose/sugar, that beloved treat of cancers!

Also Me: I just ate half a box of patisserie style chocolates. Eh, live a little.

But really I must try to stay up from chocolates and juices. I only attacked the latter because I went walking today, got lost, came back thirsty, and we had all this fruit sitting forlornly on the kitchen table. So I just grabbed it and squished it from juicer to glass straight into my mouth. Eeeeeh, it was delicious, so cool, so perfect for a hot day!

Every morning I try to make some hopelessly healthy green fluid comprised of kale, spinach, green apple, cucumber and lemon. And ginger. Every anti-cancer recipe in the world includes ginger. I like ginger but it can barely rescue my non-inspiring results, though even these are more appealing than my next experiment; time to blend cruciferous veg. Whoopee. Doesn't matter how hard I talk at myself, I know gritted up cauliflower's not going to light up my life.

Meanwhile I have lots of extremely posh olive oil stuffed to the gunnels with polyphenols. One brand is luscious mixed in with balsalmic vinegar, it has enough of that peppery kick to announce its virgin nature, but there's still an elegant delicacy to it. The other is expensive, tiny, and terrifying. If this olive oil was a dog, it would be a Jack Russell terrier, aimed straight at the throat. I am afeard of it.

One redeeming thing about this situation is that I need to keep calcium levels up, as Osteoporosis is a possible side effect with the drugs given an appropriate genetic background (i.e mine). Suddenly cheese is medicinal!