Up until this week eating may not have been easy but neither has it been a chore.
There has been a marked deterioration over the last few days culminating in me finding it difficult to eat sliced bread that had been dipped in soup.
Hopefully there is room for some creativity before resorting to pureed food, but the decline has been quite startling.
What I do know is that I have been lucky up until now because many with my condition have this problem even with fluids all the way through ,whereas I am now close to six months after diagnosis.
What is perhaps more worrying is not knowing whether this has been brought on by the radiotherapy (in which case it is easy to live with) or whether it is simply the cancer progressing.
My overall health being good has made it much easier to navigate the last few months but such an obvious problem of not being able to digest simple foods is a stark reminder that my body is diseased and ultimately that is what cancer of the oesophagus is all about.
It's a bit like being squeezed by ethereal and sinister hands from the inside. I appreciate that isn't an image to enjoy over a bowl of cornflakes on the weekend but it tells a story.
I guess there may be a fight to be the first to the fridge for the smoothies from now on.
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