Farewell to Nissa and Feeding Therapy

It has been a long time coming, but the end of so many of my parents worries is coming to an end. Since I was five weeks old, I have fought to whole idea of eating, a condition that worsened with the onset of severe acid reflux and the poor medicinal practices of my first pediatrician.

I'm now five and this was my last meal with Nissa, my feeding therapist for the last two years:



If you're having a hard time figuring out what's on the plate, well, let me help you. There are three items on this dinner plate of mine: Fettuccine in Alfredo sauce, cheesy broccoli, and beef frank.

It has been a lot of hard work, worry, and patience, but I think everyone would agree, it has really paid off. In fact, I'm doing so well, it's possible my G-tube could come out this summer or early fall (hopefully before school starts).

I just wanted to take a moment and thank all those who have played a part in getting me to this wonderfully fun part of my life. I am trying all kinds of new foods, almost daily, and discovering things (you can eat) I never thought I would enjoy. And I'm not just thanking those who have had an active role in getting me to eat, but all those who cowered in the dark corners of their own houses for fear of invoking the wrath of my mother should you somehow interrupt my feeding (you know who you are). You had a very big role to play as well. I will never forget the patience and understanding you showed my folks as they struggled to help me eat.

I have a good family, the best, and I thank you all for helping me get this far. Now, I've got a bowl of Lucky Charms and a fruit cocktail cup to eat for breakfast. Chow for now, my peeps.

Party on. Hunter.