Yesterday, Spike got hungry. And ate.
Now, maybe it seems like a pretty simple thing to all you guys, but what with the surgery, the chemo, and all the other stuff, Spike ain’t been eating much, or feeling like eating at all. I’d been contenting myself with small triumphs — a wee bowl of cream of wheat here, a smashed (organic, pesticide-free) fruit smoothie there…
I never really understood how very, very worried I’ve been this week… until I saw Spike toddle into the kitchen and say “And a salad! Let’s make a salad to go with that roasted (free-range organic) chicken and potatoes! Yum.” (after she’d already had breakfast, snacks, and a cup of miso soup earlier) and I felt this tension release inside me like a rubber band snapping.
I hadn’t realized that I’d been kinda holding my breath…
-Elaine
Yeah… I started eating. It was really, really good and really yummy.
Now I need that no good Gordon Truscott to make good on the Annie’s Godless salad dressing.
But yeah, I can’t tell you how incredible it felt to have my appetite come back and to actually *want* some food, rather than just feel nauseated at the mention of pretty much anything.
My current plan is to try to eat as much as possible on the 2 good weeks between treatments so that that might carry me through the one really bad week.
Fingers crossed.