Ok, so here we are at home, just back form Vermont where Max had a minor battle with the flu (like he can stand to lose weight or something). He hasn't eaten for about five days, nor have we been able to give him any of his medications because he either threw-up or everything went straight through him. Andy and I are at our wits end trying to figure out how to make him eat. So we just got mad at him. Told him to eat the damn chicken nuggets or spaghetti-o's OR ELSE. He's crying, gagging on the one nugget we're making him eat when he just throws up... throws up everything he had eaten and drank all evening.
Yeah, we feel like shit. Nice going you #@%! idiots.
So tomorrow I'm talking to his oncologist about getting him a feeding tube until we can find a way to make food appealing to him.
This whole thing sucks.
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