I am a terrible cook. When he's feeling up to it, Drew does all of our grocery shopping, lunch-packing and meal-preparing. When he doesn't feel well, the kids and I eat at my parent's house. I'm really really bad. When I make cereal with bananas on top there are only 4-5 pieces of banana (which I sometimes just break apart without even bothering to use a knife ) versus 20-25 thinly sliced pieces that Drew beautifully places on top of the cereal. I also consider making cereal with bananas on top "cooking", which really says it all. So, when my mom bought us a kombucha kit for Valentine's Day, I was nervous.
The summer before my husband was diagnosed with cancer, we were driving to the pool talking about a friend who just found out she had stomach cancer. I asked Drew what he would do if he had cancer and he said he would drink fresh carrot juice until the cancer went away. I rolled my eyes and said that was a great idea in theory, but not a likely course of action when faced with a real cancer diagnosis.