For me, I lost interest in food when it no longer satisfied the emotional comfort I sought. For my entire life, I never looked at food as a necessary source of the proper bio-fuels needed to keep my body running properly, but rather as a panecea, a culinary cure-all to wipe away the woes of the day and put me in a blissful state of mind. I used food the same way I used booze. (FYI, I am a recovering alcoholic-addict with 12 years clean and sober.) Two or three weeks into treatment, once I started experiencing the severe throat pain, the mucositis and difficulty swallowing or tasting anything, I felt I'd lost my best and only friend, or as if my wife had just up and walked out on me. The same way I felt 12 years ago when I put the bottle down for the last time.

So here I'd had this wonderful PEG tube installed and several cases of Nestle Nutren 1.5 Fiber with Prebio standing by. Whooppee. I started in on it, but my enthusiasim wore off very quickly, because it did not fit my above-mentioned concept of what food was supposed to do. Where was the comfort, the bliss? How could anyone expect this canned crap to make me feel the way real food is supposed to make me feel? My severely twisted logic was that the Nestle did not comfort, soothe or console me,
therefore it was not food. And my flawed thinking did not allow me to look beyond the emotional veil, to see the hard fact of no nutrition equaling no recovery.

I have my wife to thank for slapping me around enough for me to pull my head out of a dark orfice and start getting 4-6 cans a day down the hatch. That, plus in the last two or three weeks soft foods are getting much easier to ingest as the throat swelling and pain subsides.

Thanks for letting me ramble on... it always helps me to put things down in writing.