What If Love Isn’t Enough to Feed Her?
It’s 2am and I’m standing in the kitchen, holding a popsicle I’m not sure she’ll want. The fridge is full of things she used to like—yogurt, jello, boba—but now she just asks for ice or lemonade. I keep offering, hoping something will sound good, but most days she just shakes her head.
I know I’m not supposed to be the caretaker. She tells me, “You’re my baby, not my nurse.” But I watch her shrink into the couch, and all I can think about is how food is supposed to mean comfort, and now it’s just another thing cancer took away.
I want to help, but I can’t make her hungry. I can’t make her better. I can only bring her what she asks for, and hope it’s enough.
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