For my son's night-shift nurse who changed my life without saying a word. I am paying it forward, and I thank you.
Monday, January 3, 2011
A noodle covered in tomato sauce, an old source of gagging, retching, and throwing up. For 2.5 years I have been pureeing meal, after meal, after meal, and then to boot side dish after side dish. While this task still consumes me, while my freezer remains full of food cubes, there is a light, I see it at the end of this eating disorder tunnel.