It's official...I ate solid food again. Eggs were the last solid food I was eating during treatments, so I felt like I had recovered enough to go for it again. I prepared three eggs (scrambled) with butter and shredded cheese, and about 45 minutes later I pumped a victory fist in the air. Yes, it took me about 45 minutes to eat 3 eggs, but I ate them.
Recovery has definitely moved slower than I expected. I am an optimistic person, so I had allowed myself pretty high hopes. However, the recovery, in some ways, has been harder than the treatments. One of my teammates in Bosnia (who is from Estonia) told me an Estonian phrase today: "I got over the dog but cannot get over his tail!" True words, Estonia. I have had some new rashes show up on my neck that are really raw right now. Then, over the past 2 days, I have been fighting with some epic allergies (or a minor cold). Coughing and sneezing don't go well with a throat that is still sore and a tongue trying to still fend off sores. Now, let me say that this paragraph is more of a chronicle of my experience than a complaint. So, that's enough of that.
Yet God continues to be good to us. Progress can be seen and people continue to love us well. I am able to taste old flavors again without them burning my mouth. I even lost a little bit of hair at the bottom of my hairline on the back of my neck. Why is this good? Gave me another valid reason to buzz my head again. Feels so good. And, again, the completion of solid food was a HUGE victory.
Tomorrow...I think we'll try some mashed potatoes.
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