Food, Glorious Food!

The song from “Oliver comes strongly to mind as I title this post. From Thursday morning Dec. 9, through Friday night, the 17th, food seemed like an alien concept to me. I knew I must have it, yet it sickened me and every small bite was forced down with effort. TV commercials seemed designed to show that the world was obsessed with giant Hardee’s hamburgers and Meat-lovers pizzas.

In short, I have been as sick as I have ever been, and weaker than a cat. But, as posted yesterday, Saturday morning the veil was lifted. Since then my appetite is at near-normal levels. This is a blessing of such staggering proportions that I can scarce express it. My strength is returning and I feel much better in general.

On the other hand, I have congestion in my head that is making me miserable otherwise and my bowel is in a constant state of extremes, but, having an appetite again is so much larger than these relatively humdrum problems that, who cares!

Thanks for the many prayers on our behalf. That prayer works is a daily fact of my life.

P.S. I am a technically challenged kind of guy. To those who post comments rather than send e-mail directly, the e-mail notice I receive doesn’t allow me to reply, so if you’d like to hear back from me, write me at
timacooper@earthlink.net