Last night a friend brought over some eggplant casserole. We invited her to stay for supper and the three of us enjoyed food and fellowship. That was the first "meal" I have had in a while and it was good. Today for lunch I had leftovers and it was very good.
I stepped on the scales this morning and grinned.
Through sweat and tears I had lost 40 pounds prior to my diagnosis. Since then I've lost another 13 lbs. That's too much. It's not all fat that has gone. I've lost some strength as well. I'm trying to supplement my fibers and proteins as best I can but an obstructed esophagus and chemotherapy have been problematic to eating well. I need strength to fight.
I stepped on the scales this morning and grinned. My weight was up 1.4 lbs. Never before have I been happy over a weight gain. That means this morning was exceptional.
Thank every one of you for your prayers. You offer them to God. God gives them substance. In fact, I can see your prayers. They look like the light coming from a streetlamp.
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