Sunday, 2/27 -- One of those $5 milkshakes would be good. I wouldn'd taste it, though.

It has been a very good couple of days, believe it or not. Our families have all come into town to see me and each other. John from Ohio, Scott and Denise from Utah, Janice from Dunmore PA and Wally and Pat from Warren Center, upstate PA.

Dare I call it a party atmosphere? Not quite, but it is great seeing everyone.

Health Update
Really nothing has changed dramatically. No new pains or symptoms. Morphine at night has been helping me sleep. Lyn’s been feeding me through my feed hole. I even take a cup of coffee through it.

I can’t taste any thing that comes through the tube, it all goes directly into my stomach. Cold water feels wonderful. It feels like when you take in a large glass of water on a warm summer day.

The doctor that installed the tube joked the we could do shots through the tube. I don’t know how much she was joking. I certainly wouldn’t put anything good down there like a single malt scotch. It’s all about the taste.

And no, putting food in my mouth for flavor and spitting it out won’t work either. It would generate too much saliva and cause a coughing fit.

So what do I eat via tube? Ground up pills, liquid meds, water, coffee, ensure. That’s about it. A much duller culinary experience than I’m used too. You’d think that it would be torture for me not to eat anymore, especially the way I’ve written about food here and our recipe blog. But no. I’m taking it all in stride.

I cried like a little sissy baby girl piglet BEFORE the operation, but not since.

It’s not that bad, all things considered. I could have had to have one of those feeding tubes you see going up people’s noses and down their throats. That would have been awful.

In other around the house news: Charcoal the cat has taken to sleeping on my feet on the hospital bed. She’s such a good cat. She shoots me dirty looks when I make adjustments to the feet or head level, but she doesn’t run away. She’s enjoying the ride.