My son’s godfather was recently diagnosed with cancer.
It has been about two months since he began treatment, and the sweet man has kept up his humor and his joyful spirit, but he’s thinner–a lot thinner. I asked him last Sunday about bread–was he eating any and could I make him some?
Jane, he said in his southern accent, if it’s soft, really soft, I’ll try it. I’m willing to try anything right now…
So I literally raced home, baked some molasses bread and zipped it over to his house. Packed with whole wheat, oats, some butter and iron-rich molasses, I told him that if he could stomach it, I’d bake for him whenever he wanted.
And I mean it…
Would you cheer him on with me?
We love you, Deacon Howard!!!