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September 21, 2007


A while ago while on the sutent we sat down for breakfast. I looked at my plate filled with delicious food and said, "oh goodie, cardboard, cardboard and cardboard." We all had a good laugh. I had to force myself to eat it.
I am scheduled to go back on the sutent next week and I so look forward to losing my taste.

I know how you feel, Robbie, well, perhaps not exactly, but I find myself going with Sherry to a favorite restaurant, ordering as little food as I can (maybe a plate of spaghetti, and likely as not just watching her eat. And I know that frustrates her. When the family (or me) is not at the table, it makes for something other than dinner for them. And that is a drag, especially I get nauseas in the middle of the middle of the meal and have to make a quick escape. I try to do "better," but it is so difficult.


It has been so long since I have fully tasted a good southern meal like fried chicken, cream corn, green beans and sweet tea. So much of my social life is gone!! I am not interested in meeting my friends for lunch. The biggest problem for me, is buying and preparing food for my family when I have no taste. I can't tell if something needs salt or not. When my husband and I go out, he decides where we go, I don't care I'm not going to taste it anyway!

Hi David - Joe wanted to know if you were talking about him. He too just loves the cardboard over easy. I keep a daily diary for him (have for a few years now) and since he started sutent you can almost see the day coming when the no taste and no appetite kicks in. So now when I am writing in the diary at night I make sure I tell him that "tomorrow is hurl day". It is truly a shame to have to deal with withdrawal of the creature comforts like food. If you come up with a solution Joe wants to be first on your list to send it too. Wish there was a quick fix but it doesn't look like it. I think you are right we should contact Pfizer or I will do better than that I will ask our Rep for Pfizer when I see him next week. I will let you know but don't hold your breath.

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