Today was rough, not because I felt worse than usual– I don’t– but because my lack of stamina worries my sweetie, who keeps trying to find ways to help. (“Maybe if you ate a little more…”) I would eat more if I could. I watch the Food Channel and the Cooking Channel all day long, drooling over the rich conconctions demonstrated. I did remind us both that it’s still only Monday, and I didn’t come off the pump until Thursday, so we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
And, by the way, I worked longer this morning than I was able to do at all last week.
So here we are. One day at a a time. Happy Thanksgiving.
Geepers I know what that whole can’t eat thing is… my brother asked me what it felt like, was it nausea, was it feeling too full, was it burn, was it pain, what was it… and I couldn’t explain what it was, not being able to eat… it didn’t hurt (well ultimately it did), it wasn’t that I didn’t want to… I spent hours watching cooking shows on TV, and the nurse asked me why I was tormenting myself, but it was vicarious pleasure… I’m so sorry that you have to do this, Mara… Steven Levine was just here and he said “oh I didn’t know you knew Tovah” when he saw her photo on my fridge, and then we talked about my project/effort to make Hebrew Fridge Magnet Letters, and he said Tovah would have been great around now… instead I’m getting good help from all sorts of folks, and Harry Ugol’s coming in to check my work, think he’ll be good… love you, always have… your Maxie