Tuesday, August 16, 2016

How I overcame my fear of tomatoes

I'm a tomato and I rock. 
Bunch in tight people, this is a personal one.

 I loved tomatoes. Wait. I used to love tomatoes. Not a day would go by when I didn’t munch on the red blast of sunshine.
Fast forward to when my mum was in Critical Care, barely hanging on. She’d gone from feeling mildly unwell to hooked up to tubes in a matter of days. I asked the lovely doctor what could have happened.

“Could be something like a tomato pip that got stuck in her bowel.”

One tiny, tiny tomato seed could do that?

The strawberry vacherin I will never make

Tomatoes and I parted ways. Over the years I missed them, but, the old ‘what if…” hung in my brain. I couldn’t take the risk. I had children. I hadn’t cooked even one of the five thousand recipes I’d painstakingly cut out.  I had so much still to do.

Then one day, not long ago, I ate a cherry tomato. It was heaven. It was delicious. I’d been torturing myself and missing out because of ‘what if’.

What if has turned into ‘why worry about stuff that I have no control over’.

I could be felled by a tomato. I am more likely to get run over by a bus (I always look the wrong way – I blame my Kiwi roots.) The likelihood is the stress my children induce will bring me closer to hanging with my mum.

So, for me, no worrying about ‘what if’ instead I’m going to concentrate on ‘no more worrying about what I can’t control and have a blast while I’m here’.

Me and mum hanging with Skippy.


  1. Oh Hayson

    Hugs to you but I am with you enjoy life while you can to the fullest my hubby got cancer when he was 39 and that was our motto do what you can and he is now 61 and still going and he has been told not to eat nuts because f his colostomy but you what he does here and there and enjoys :)

    Have Fun and enjoy those tomatoes


    1. Hugs back to you, Helen. Good on your hubs. What a survivor and an inspiration. You both are. Your support always means the world.

      Hayson xx