I know what you are going through with the stress making you so sick that you can't eat. I was dealing with that problem just 4 years ago when my Mother was dying of cancer. It started that summer right after her surgery......I had an asthma attack that landed me in the hospital for 10 days right before my mare had her foal.

Just after my foal was born, she was injured & I had to make it to the ranch 2 times a day for the meds & to clean & wrap her injury....a cut down to the bone on her leg. Several years earlier, I had lost a foal to an infection & I was determined not to loose Izzy.

Just after that happened, my Mother kept getting worse. She lived 1 hour away & I had to have her put into the hospital so I was driving between the hospital & home everyday.....then when she got out, this woman manipulated her way into being a home care person for my Mother & pulled the worst ID theft & abuse of my Mother.....when that happened, I suspected something was going on, so didn't leave my Mother alone at all....just had to give up on the care of my foal then. Within 5 days, I had gone through such a trauma with my Mothers situation is was scarry. When the woman OD'ed my Mother on morphine after calling the police to accuse me of abusing my Mother, I had the paramedica take my Mother to the hospital. I never left her side after that. I was going through what they called depersonalization symptoms. My pdoc was trying to handle the stress unsuccessfully & my medical Dr was checking me after the asthma attack....so he was constantly checking my weight. I lost almost 20 lbs in those few months & ended up colapsing & was put into the hospital myself right at Christmas that year. I had just had my Mother put into a nursing home close to my home & I ended up in the same hospital that she had been in with my medical Dr. I had to leave for a couple of days to take care of setting up the hospice care.....no idea why they waited to long with her.......then I got so sick, my Dr had me go into the hospital through the ER......that night was the night my Mother died. I had spent several hours with her, holding her hand & telling her that she would get better when she let go & let God take her home with my Father.

I ended up planning her funeral from the hospital myself. I was so afraid of the woman that pulled the ID theft that I refused to have the funeral at my Mothers church.....the woman was the neighbor of my Mothers boyfriend from her church.

I couldn't eat anything....everytime I ate a bite of anything I would feel so sick to my stomach, I could't get the food down. I went so many days without food that I ended up so anemic that they started IV nutrition throuth a picc line which got infected & had to be stopped. I needed to leave the hospital for the funeral & the hospital's pdoc (they didn't have a psych ward) was going to put me on a hold if I decided to leave saying I would be dead in a couple of days if I didn't have treatment immediately. My med Dr looked the other way when I left AMA but promised to come back right after the funeral for the central line.

I didn't have the problem of thinking I was fat or even looking fat. At 93 lbs, I looked like a walking dead person & knew it & felt exactly the way I looked. I ended up in the hospital for another 3 weeks & then I was still sick continually for about the next year. I finally got a little energy back & tried to eat little bits every day. It took me over a year to even get up to 100.......since then, everytime a little stress hits, I loose again.......I have managed not to let my weight get lower than 100, but now I have separated from my husband & am along taking care of my farm house & my 6 dogs....trying to make my farm into a place for my horses......there is continual stress here even though I have never been happier......but cleaning up the financial messes my husband made take their tole.

I get exhausted or just feel down & food it the last thing I feel like cooking or even eating....knowing that I can't get back to where I was....especially alone & with my doggies needing me....it pushes me to keep going.....mostly for me because I don't like that horrile feeling of passing out when I don't expect it....being alone, its scarry.

You just have to eat....sometimes I just find something I like to eat & will eat it because it tastes good. that can be a batch of brownies, or muffons....sometimes it's a bag of sweet potatoe chips or even potatoe chips....just to get through the not feeling like eating stage.....then I can get back to eating normal meals. Oatmeal cookies with rasins or crasins are wonderful.....taste mild enouh so that it doesn't make you feel sick.....enough good in it for it to be good for you.

That has been what I do to get through the rough times
Debbie