Today is my birthday and my final chemo therapy treatment. Of better news is that I was given a pump to use with my feeding tube.
The deal is I have a feeding tube. In theory I take a can of highly concentrated, high caloric liquid food and poor it down the tube and into my stomach. The trouble is and likely has been, is that the stomach can't handle it. Think: you go from a diet (diet? you call that a diet?) diet of junk food and gin to something that any triathlete would call desirably, disgustingly healthy and you wouldn't know what to do either. So the stomach threatens an abrupt return to sender until the mystery substance can be identified and dealt with.
Enter the pump.
The pump accepts a huge bag of this health slop on one end and dispenses said slop into the stomach one tiny teaspoon full per minute. The stomach gets used to getting a nutritious substance in this fashion and doesn't act up. Much. So now the nausea is, we all pray and hope, a thing of the past.
Prayers answered, and we may all thank the Lord for this one.