It seems that Tom is obsessed with barbeque - eating it, reminiscing about his lunch, discussing it with friends and family, and planning when to eat it next. He eats it for lunch everyday and sometimes for dinner. His craving for barbeque is undeniable. Move over milkshakes.
Tom is still doing ok. He has his good days and his bad. Saturday was good - he was upbeat, riding around with me while I ran errands (staying in the car of course), and talkative. Saturday night as we started eating dinner he began feeling ill and shakey, so unfortunately he wasn't able to enjoy the steak for which he has longed. Sunday he was a bit down and depressed, his extremities aching from some meds.
He has only two visits to the clinic now, Tuesdays and Thursdays, instead of every other day. You don't know how good this feels. A clinic visit is a crimp in a relaxing day at home.