No hamburgers, Hawaiian pizza, meaty chili, or macaroni and cheese drenched in catsup allowed. Only soft foods.
Butterscotch pudding is soft, so I made some. (See picture) Made it from scratch. Added extra butter.
It is so good.
Now that I’m no longer leaking I’ve moved on to breaking in the new stomach. This has not been particularly pleasant, other than the butterscotch pudding part. Which was very pleasant.
I am eating six times a day. The portions are about one half a cup each, which isn’t very much. About fifteen minutes after I eat my stomach sends a message whether it approves of what I ate.
Thumbs up. Thumbs down.
When it’s thumbs down it can be fairly nasty. Sometimes the discomfort can be alleviated with a good belch. Sometimes it takes more. Sometimes I just have to tough it out.
This makes eating similar to playing Russian Roulette. I never know when I’m going to bite the gastric bullet. I just pull the trigger and hope for the best.
I have a theory. Only my brain, not my body, was consulted about loosing the stomach. Consequently my body is pissed off.
It is out for revenge.
I’ve apologized, repeatedly, but it’s not buying it. Over time we will make up, but for the moment our relationship is tense.
Homemade pudding sounds wonderful, like a good childhood memory! I hope that a food that sits well always sits well. Surely there are comfort foods out there to help ease this tense relationship. Good luck finding them!
My stomach is rebelling against the butterscotch pudding. It probably knows it’s something I really enjoy. Making peace with the new tummy is going to be a challenge.
Gary, I thought it was time to come track you down once again on behalf of the YouTube crowd. I have only read a few of these entries, and will read on after posting this comment, but it sounds like you’re putting up a heck of a fight. Glad to hear that you’re facing these challenges well, and I hope to see another video some time soon.
-Drew
I had considered doing another video now that my hair has partially grown back after the chemo. I just haven’t gotten around to it. I guess if I am going to do it I’ll need to do it pretty soon. It won’t be that long until my next nine week round of chemo begins, and this time I’ll probably loose all the hair.
Well, hopefully by this time next year, you’ll have at least what Johannes Brahms had ~ http://www.pianoparadise.com/brahms.jpg 🙂
Gary, I don’t know which amazes me more, what you have endured or your still surviving and thriving sense of humor. Your courage is inspirational, to say the least.
I’m sorry to hear that you have to undergo another round of chemo, but that was probably inevitable. I hope it doesn’t treat you harshly.
Be well in the present and the future. DC
It’s not as amazing as it seems. I depend, in part, on this blog for the emotional support I need to get through this ordeal. Humor keeps people reading it, which results in their encouraging responses. I entertain you, you provide emotional support in return. It seems to work for everyone.
I’d like more whiskers on the side, but the beard length would be perfect.