Mostly Food; Sometimes Drinks

I chose to have a feeding tube inserted in 2019 in anticipation of the day I would no longer be able to swallow comfortably or effectively. I have not eaten food by mouth since early 2021. At first I didn’t miss eating, because it was so unpleasant. I would gag and choke. My last meal was oatmeal.

I remember early in my tenure of not eating, I read in the blog of another person with ALS that she had no appetite but craved the texture of food. At the time, I didn’t get it. I had an appetite, but didn’t crave the texture of food. Now I get it. I long for the delightfully hard outside and chewy inside of a New York bagel. Better still if it comes with lox and cream cheese from Russ and Daughters. My mouth waters at the thought of the thinly sliced, silky  cured salmon with a hint of saltiness, paired perfectly with double-whipped cream cheese. Heaven.

As I indulge myself reminiscing about the food I miss most, I have to include my favorite dishes of all time. First, Nime Chow ( Cambodian fresh spring rolls). If you’re familiar with Thai fresh spring rolls, these are similar. The greatest difference is the dipping sauce. Cambodians don’t use peanut sauce. Instead, they make a sauce out of white vinegar, sugar, lime juice, hot water, and fish sauce, with chopped peanuts on top. The sauce, spooned onto each bite, is what makes the experience. It’s thin, more like a dressing, and tangy, sweet, and salty. Again, my mouth waters imagining it. The other of my all-time favorite dishes is Bee Bong, a Cambodian noodle dish with thin rice noodles in coconut milk and baby corn, plus other vegetables. The warm rice noodles in warm coconut milk make it the ultimate comfort food. Both Nime Chow and Bee Bong are available at my all-time favorite restaurant: Apsara in Providence, Rhode Island. 

Next, I desperately miss my favorite breakfast: granola with yogurt and blueberries. The blueberries were preferably fresh, either from the farmers’ market or from the farm where the boys and I picked our own. I miss the texture of the crunchy granola and nuts, along with the creamy, plain yogurt and plump blueberries. I have to credit my dad for introducing me to this breakfast. He ate it nearly every morning of his adult life. 

Lastly, I miss whatever my family is eating. I have learned that the cravings for whatever they are eating are not terrible if I have a full stomach. But I still long to join them.

Sometimes I get a wicked craving for lemonade or ginger ale. Or just fresh, cold water.

It is hard to get my head around the fact that I will never eat food or drink anything again. I know there are people who would not want to live such a life, but I am not one of them. I want to continue living even with all of these losses. I’m having too much fun and I’m not done with all of the things I want to do. Besides, I eat in my dreams.