Joy
Weeks since last serious fall: 10 Weeks since last chemo: 25 Zach : Oh, man… Zelda : What, man? Zach : This is soooo fucking good ! Zelda : [ Zach Isn't talking about his dinner (which, by the way, he didn't finish again tonight). He had cooked an amazing fajita stir fry with peppers, onions, and steak. But by the time it was on the plates, it didn’t sound good to him anymore. He said he wasn’t hungry — ”not even a little bit." And then, an hour later, he is sitting next to me on the couch, in front of TV, with a full half gallon of Dryers French Vanilla and a spoon.] Zelda : I thought you weren’t hungry. Zach : I’m not. But this is sooo good. Zelda : So you like the ice cream? Zach : [Close to tears] This is The Best Fucking Ice Cream I’ve ever had in my life . I just want to keep eating little spoonfuls of it. [Takes another tiny scoop and closes his eyes.] Zelda : That’s amazing! I haven’t seen you this happy with food in a year. We’ll get you all the ice cream you...