Part II: CANCER

I dreaded even getting up most mornings, but I had to go to radiation. Most of the time my throat was now so swollen and ultra dry from the radiation that the only way to nourish myself was through the feeding tube. I would go through the ritual of flushing, feeding, and then re-flushing again several times a day.

It's funny that a friend that saw the "Mealtime" image said that it almost looked like I was performing the ritual of hara-kiri, and as the weeks went by that seemed to stick in my mind. It may as well have been hara-kiri because the tube felt so uncomfortable and painful.