Breaking up with your favourite food.

Transitioning back to oral feeding.

I sat alone at the breakfast bench with the ticking clock the only sound to draw my attention. The mindless process of syringing a liquid life force slowly into a plastic tube hanging out of my abdomen. I sat in moot silence trying to work out how I got here. Oh the loneliness, the indignity, the utter shame and humiliation. How was it that these feelin…