The Feeding Program

Here’s the most recent development: after five months, Brooke’s feeding tube has finally been clamped off, the night feedings he’s been getting discontinued. This is something many of you have had a hand in: so many wonderful people have been bringing him so much wonderful food (and wine) that he doesn’t need supplements anymore. He eats everything (except turnips, he says), and he eats like a horse. Right now, we’re eating lunch: potato chicken soup, deli sandwiches, cold tortellini salad, garden salad, tiramsu, all from Granatos, courtesy of some friends from the university. Last night, it was a chicken curry. The night before, something equally tasty, and the night before that too. You’d think lying in bed much of the day would mean that he doesn’t need much to eat, but in fact he works hard—the breathing trials, the physical therapy, and all the talking, not to mention rebuilding muscle—that he seems to need lots of food. Besides, he enjoys good food tremendously—so thanks, many thanks. It’s not only the progress that having the tube feeding discontinued represents that we want to celebrate, but the friendship it represents as well.

Peggy (and Brooke)