It's interesting (in a kind of strange way) that each of the chemos have had different results with regard to side effects. this last one seems to have been worse than the last one. Maybe that is really the cumulative effect on all this. He is just exhausted and dizzy and not a happy camper. The more he is forced to do the tube feedings, the more he sends me emails with links to food, restaurants, and pictures of pasta. That's our boy.
The tube feedings are necessary because the food tastes so bad to him that he can't eat. They put the tube in because they said he wasn't going to be able to swallow. but that hasn't happened. it's just the taste of the food. It makes me realize how much of our social life is centered around food - either the dinner parties we are always having or going out with friends.
Gary, Beth and the Brumleys are coming over for dinner tonight. They are bringing it (pizza and salad) so I don't have to cook and Don doesn't have to smell the food. I could get used to this part... Actually I do miss the cooking and Don's appreciation for it. But that will be back soon.
One good thing coming out of this is that I'm losing the weight also. I am eating the way I do when Don was traveling so much. He thinks I'm not eating at all because the salad I have for lunch or smoothie substitute for a meal doesn't look like food to him. And no wine with it? He can hardly believe it.
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