HAM.

I don’t usually eat pork products myself, more due to thoughts of Wilbur and Babe than, say, religious reasons. However, last week when Lillian’s appetite nearly vanished, I included Gerber ham among my desperation choices at the supermarket, and since then, ham has become her favorite food. So now, like at 7:20 a.m. (yesterday) or 6:15 a.m. (today), she is liable to jump up on the bed to bounce around on my stomach, doing her best to telepathically impart the message, “HAM HAM HAM I NEED HAM NOW!” I would not be surprised if she’s actually gaining weight during her first week on chemo.