Today, we visited An at the hospital, to take her out on a lunch date. An is like a completely different person than the wounded soul that was admitted to the hospital 3 months ago. She smiled, laughed, greeted everyone with a pleasant demeanor, hugged, kissed. Although still woefully thin, she’s no longer ‘starvation gaunt’ anymore. And it shows in her face.
Then we took her to lunch. Let’s just say she is absolved from having to eat afternoon sandwich today. We even told her nurses this. Still amazed at what such a tiny woman can pack away. Also, she wasn’t obsessing over oil in the food. We didn’t see her squishing squid between to napkins to the point her nail beds were white, trying to squeeze oil out of it. She just ate… and ate, and ate, and ate .
She isn’t fully recovered yet, but she is on the road to recovery. And in two sleeps (three if she drifts into a food coma this afternoon) she comes home!