I really like eating.
The whole experience. Anticipating that first bite of yummiosity. The way my mouth waters as I smell the food. The burst of taste on my tongue. Delicious, slow chewing. The swallow. The sigh. The occasional discreet belch.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that my Mother-in-Law has cancer. The tumor is in her throat, and treatment combines chemotherapy with radiation targeted at her neck. This combination of radiation and chemotherapy have made it increasingly difficult to eat. For those of you who are unaware—as I, blissfully, was until a month ago—radiation and chemo attack your ability to eat in a nefarious variety of ways. (more…)