That's amazing! My appetite came back gradually -- I'd start out thinking I was hungry when my kids or spouse brought a wonderful meal to me in the hospital, then have to stop after 3 or 4 bites. Over time, my endurance improved, and I'd make it to 1/3 or 1/2 way through a portion before I had to stop. But my big turning point was when I got the special card in the Rehab Centre approving me to transfer from the bed to the wheelchair unsupervised — I started making my own tea and PB toast in the lounge every day at breakfast, and suddenly it was like the clouds cleared and eating was wonderful again.