26th October
2008

So now I make sure that I am seated beside him for meals. If we are guests, this also applies. My Sister figured this out a while ago. He needs help occasionally.
At Thanksgiving, he lifted both knife and fork up, looked at them, put them down again. Then he proceeded to just use the fork – including trying to cut his meat with it. I got up and silently set the knife on his plate and he “got it”. But, no more. I will sit beside him.
S&R kept their same seating arrangement but we sit together – he didn’t comment – don’t think he noticed.
I bet he doesn’t notice much at all anymore, Jean. You are so good to help him like that, and you do it in a way that allows him to retain dignity.
My mother also (after her stroke) picked up a fork to eat her soup with. My brother was sitting next to her and quietly replaced the fork with her soup spoon.
The little things……
You are his angel at the table.
(((Jean)))
My heart bleeds for you.
Bear((( )))
Jean, I’ve been catching up on your posts. My head is always spinning after I read your latest. I think long and hard about some way to solve your concerns and then I realize how long and hard you have to think and live and exercise your creativity to make it through each day. Bless you.