It's been a weird experience having food be so much a part of my internship. I help with the community meal which hosts the homeless people in my area every weekend. This is also my second Thanksgiving with a paralyzed stomach. Food makes me feel icky. How icky depends on what food, how much, and when I eat. So tonight I am aware of how grateful I am that I don't have to worry about where to get my next meal. It is a struggle dealing with this disease, yes. But I am warm, fed, and dry. I feel truly grateful!