Thank you Mary G.!
I was feeling kind of left out there (no replies). Maybe other members wrote me off as being lazy or maybe they thought why don't I just look in cookbooks or something. But there's nothing like mother to mother advice...from the safety of a website.
I've posted before about my son and I went up there once before to get him healthy. He looked like a concentration camp survivor and would go for days without eating. I had to go up so he flew me up. But it seemed like I was making the same things over and over. It didn't help that he was a fussy eater to begin with. He likes things plain and was very fearful of eating. He can't eat sushi 7/24 nor can I make sushi (I'm not a good cook). He's a big rice fan as is his dad who grew up in Japan (as the son of Missionaries).
The bread machine which he just bought is so intimadating! Everything about this disease is intimadating cooking wise! If I mess up he doesn't just say it sucked HE GETS HORRIBLY SICK, FRIGHTENINGLY SICK. I don't see how anyone can be all gunho about trying new things when so much is at stake! I read the posts of other caregivers and everything seems like it all falls into place naturally, in print. Like they're all Rocky Balboas ready to fight and destined to win, and they know it! I fought once before and it was a disappointing "draw" (tie) even though I tried my best.
He's had this disease for 8 years, since coming back from Kuwait (Shock and Awe). But he's aways lived 800 miles away and been able to take care of himself. Not anymore. So I guess I AM a newbee, sort of speak. Previously in December/January, (I was there for 6 weeks) I couldn't put any weight on him. What makes me think I can pull off a miracle this time?????? I need a miracle...he may have faith in me but I sure don't.
He scheduled the surgery sooner rather than later because he wants to get it over with and get his life back, he's so miserable.
I have 3 weeks. I get up there on the 21st and surgery is on March 12th. I'm nervous, to say the least.
THANK YOU for letting me vent.
Diane A.