Despite weeks of therapy, getting solid food down the normal route remains…elusive. I can sip my morning iced caffeinated beverage, but it takes me all day to make it through a 16 ounce cup. But don’t worry…it’s not like I’m not getting any regular food; it’s just getting pureed to within an inch of its life and going in the g-tube. My therapists remain hopeful, however, and won’t let me sink too low into depression, so there’s that.
(And TBH, since I’ve added real food back to my diet the cravings have subsided substantially and I’ve stopped losing weight. The worst part now is the expected attendance at social events where eating is the primary reason for gathering. Lately however, I’ve been avoiding them altogether because—my personal hunger aside [I order everthing to go]—it’s just too difficult to sit there and watch people eat.)
What you are going through must be very difficult. I can only imagine. I hope your therapists continue to give you hope.
I’ll see your raise of The Crispy Egg-Rolls…and raise you The Reuben just below it.
(Hang in there Mark)