Jun 29, 2011 - 11:13 pm
It has been over six months since my mom asked for any sort of food, or has been able to ingest more than four ounces of liquid or food at a time. It has been a very difficult road, filled with ensure, fruit and vegetable juices, broths, and tiny, tiny, tiny meals (we had a "just take two bites" agreement during her chemo and radiation).
Last Saturday, she asked me to bring her a Chicago-style hot dog and a slice of New York pizza. She got the hot dog on Monday and the pizza today, and ate them both with great joy.
I'm a vegetarian, but I told her that the happiest I've been in months was to purchase, and watch her eat, a hot dog and pepperoni pizza.
Yeah!!!! Please tell your loved ones in the middle of treatment that better days are ahead, and they're filled with junk food and joy. : )