This article rang a bell with me as it deals with how Robert Ebert is coping with the aftermaths of surgery for jaw cancer that had spread from his thryoid. He is still battling. Esquire Cancer Ebert
One part that echoed my own feelings:
[quote] Roger Ebert can�t remember the last thing he ate. He can't remember the last thing he drank, either, or the last thing he said. Of course, those things existed; those lasts happened. They just didn't happen with enough warning for him to have bothered committing them to memory � it wasn't as though he sat down, knowingly, to his last supper or last cup of coffee or to whisper a last word into Chaz's ear. The doctors told him they were going to give him back his ability to eat, drink, and talk. But the doctors were wrong, weren't they? On some morning or afternoon or evening, sometime in 2006, Ebert took his last bite and sip, and he spoke his last word.[/quote]
Another part captured how I feel about others eating:
[quote]
When his friend suddenly apologizes for eating in front of him, for talking about the buttered scallops and how the cream and the fish and the wine combine to make a kind of delicate smoke, Ebert shakes his head. He begins to write and tears a note from the spiral.

No, no, it reads. You're eating for me.[/quote]

Charm