Fish and Tea

At 9:30 tonight (day eight of chemo four) my sweet husband drove to the store for no other reason than to buy me fish. I had a blowout 20 minute steady-stream bloody nose today that put me in a bad mood and also a bad tummy state. I simply couldn't think of one food that sounded like I could eat it. After hours of cranky deliberation, knowing the consequences of not eating, I decided that I could swallow a little fresh salmon. Who has that on hand? Blake just hopped in the car (probably more to escape my grumpiness) and bought fish. I love that man. He will be exalted for fish alone. Fish did the job and with a double herb tea chaser, I think I'm going to make it through another night. My apologies to those of you who had me on perfect obedience pedestal--I've succumbed to the virtues of a soothing cup of herb tea when nothing else works. In defense of my obedience, it is impossible for me to drink tea "hot"...so maybe my chair's still open. I hope so, cuz I don't know what I'll do if I don't get to spend eternity sitting next to St. Blake!