Al- You're not a baby! You just beat @%^& cancer!!! You're a brave warrior. You're just taking a little time to regroup and fight the next fight. I was a giant baby...I couldn't administer the feedings myself. The whole deal kinda grossed me out. My husband had to do it for me. To avoid aspiration and discomfort, we landed on feedings every 2 hours. He was so kind and willing- but the first day he was able to go ice fishing with a buddy (at a lake nearby) and I saw his joy I think that was a huge inspiration for me. I craved my (and his!) independence. I think everyone here will agree dealing with the aftermath is almost harder than fighting through the therapies...hang in there and start thinking about your favorite foods!