That's kind of how I eat on Big Chemo weeks. Smelling things makes me ill. Sometimes thinking about what I should eat makes me ill. Nothing sounds good. If I think it might taste good, chances are it won't. So frustrating for someone who loves to cook (and eat). Last night and the night before, friends brought meals. I'm pretty sure the only nutritious thing I ate was those meals. It makes such a difference in our household. Thank you, kind friends.
Today the pump comes off. I'll try not to cause so much trouble at the cancer center like I did last time (eye roll).
Tonight I will eat popsicles. Life can still be good even if it sucks sometimes.