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Trust me, I've tried to get her to eat. Good, bad, or indifferent food.

Really the only thing she's getting that's doing her any good are cans of "Nepro," which is a specialty form of Ensure for renal patients.

She nibbled on a bit of pot roast the other night and said she was going to heave.

I think that a lot of this is psychological, but I can't break through it.

And I can't just pick her up a meal from Wendy's which she WOULD eat because of the dietary restrictions.

There has actually been a lot going on over the last week that I didn't get to post about ...

The "Palliative Care Team" got involved with her. There are a lot of vague definitions of that term on the internet. As near as I can figure out, Palliative Care means "we don't think you're going to make it, but we'll keep treating you until we get you and your family comfortable with the idea of hospice."

Crazynurse told them that she "didn't want to live this way," meaning ... just a big lump in a bed, not able to walk or do things for herself. They were on this like sharks on blood in the water.

What crazynurse is is just plain depressed. Her saying that is very akin to a suicidal person assembling means for an overdose. She has a complete tunnel vision regarding her status and ability to recover that is as hard as hell to break through. Her not eating isn't helping her ability to think, either.

Finally, during the official meeting, it seemed to dawn on her what she was being offered, and told them there was no way that she could make a decision about ending her life. So ... they're working on transferring her out to a skilled nursing facility for rehab. The facility under consideration will be very convenient for her sister and mother, and pretty awful for her younger daughter and I, because it's in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

I do not like New Jersey, and especially do not like driving to it. I may look into NJTransit as an option.