*UPDATE* I’ve called VIMP. Mina won’t eat the baby food, either. I just had a nice, fat panic attack during which Mina got a large piece of my mind. I gave her a Mirtazipine that I have left over from last time she refused to eat. I can’t find a way to handle this and I’m not going to apologize.

Mina isn’t eating her chicken or beef – at all. I can’t coax her into it any longer. She ate a little oatmeal this morning but that’s all. She’s hungry, too, but nothing tastes good to her. This is the one aspect of the chemo that no one seems to know how to conquer.

So, in about 15 minutes I’m leaving to clean out Safeway’s shelves of little jars of organic baby food. It’s not ideal but she likes it and I’m hoping this aversion to her “regular” food is temporary because of the doxorubicin. I’m going to cook the chickens and cows I have in the fridge today and freeze them for next week – rest week.

Colleen said something that totally opened my eyes: “Try and stay calm and don’t stress her out trying to feed her … T won’t eat if she thinks you’re desperate for her to do so.”

Therefore, I shall dump little jars of baby food into her dish later on and let her discover it on her own. She’s going to post a weight loss this week and that worries me only because of her vets’ proclivity to declare a weight loss as HIDDEN CANCER OF DOOM. I don’t need them going all Grim Reaper on me again.