Michael continues to struggle the past week or so. The constant battle between stomach and brain is tough. He needs to eat. Lots of food. Lots of high-calorie food. His stomach, now smaller and irritated by months of chemotherapy, just does not want to cooperate. Although I can assure you that Michael is not pregnant, his description of how he constantly feels sounds just like morning sickness to me. (I am pretty sure that after this experience, he would be the best daddy-to-be any expectant wife could ever hope for!) He seems to be feeling a bit better in the last day or two, so we pray that this will soon be over.
We are having meals with lots of breads, white sauces made with heavy cream, mashed potatoes made with sour cream and cream cheese, double cheese on everything, peanut butter and cracker snacks, and chocolate shake or ice cream desserts. The rest of us may have to look into joining a gym soon, but Michael is supposed to consume all the calories he can. Suffering has never tasted so good.
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