So I’m drinking a cup of coffee after midnight as I look at Jen in her Urgent Care bed. She’s been dry heaving all day and has fought me tooth and nail to not eat or drink anything. Today has been one of my most challenging days. I’m exhausted after last night and I saw this coming. The problem is that nothing sounds good to eat for Jen. Her appetite is so twisted from chemo and everything else that’s going on in her body that everything, aside from an occasional popsicle, sounded gross today. My dad told me that unless you’ve had chemo you can’t understand how bad food sounds…today I found that out. I couldn’t get Jen to eat or even drink water. I know I didn’t “fail” but it’s hard when I can’t get through to her.
Supposed to catch a 12:30 flight tomorrow…

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