Getting the point

Jack starts each morning with a determined extension of his arm, his three fingers curled down, his thumb bent over, and his pointer finger fixed toward the door. Scooped up in Anneli, Damond, or Elin's arms, Jack's guiding hand leads them out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He points to the refrigerator, and when it is opened, he points to what he wants to eat. And he points and points and points. And then he eats and eats and eats!

Part of his chemotherapy regimen includes daily steroids, which has turned him into quite the hungry man. I watched in amazement as he devoured a huge slice of pizza and then started sneaking pieces of Elin's salad, bread, and chicken! But he is also selective in what he craves. Last weekend he rejected a yummy valentine's day cupcake and insisted on a third bowl of pasta. Oh, and he feasted on ELEVEN (!) meatballs the other day. Keeping up with his appetite is quite a challenge, and his doctors warned that later in the chemo treatment cycle Anneli and Damond might need to have midnight meals ready. Needless to say, their pantry and fridge are definitely getting a workout, as is Jack's finger!