Good Taste

Despite all that's going on and not feeling like eating at all, Dad is being a Champ about lunch. Whether he wants to or not, he eats at least half of whatever I serve him. He has started to be able to name things he thinks his body could handle and that would taste good to his changing senses. Yesterday, he wanted pasta salad with mayonnaise-y dressing and a white meat chicken sandwich. Today he wanted a meatball sub with baseball sized meatballs, sliced, on soft bread with melted provolone. And tomorrow he's requested ham & bean soup.

Dude has some good taste in food, even during chemo.