The familiar scene seems to be on the repeat button- more frequent comments from aides, weight loss, my father’s hands holding up his head, the constant reminders to eat, and my brother’s optimism despite the reality.
A text from the nurse made me shake my head. ” he was very unstable on his feet, so we took the wheelchair to breakfast. He was at breakfast no longer than 5 minutes and rang to go back to his room, stating he was too tired. He was up to around 133 pounds but today was at 128.”
How do you get someone to eat? It is the same question I wrestled with while my mother was at Waterford. It’s the same question educators deal with every day! Students throw an unbelievable amount of food away, stating they don’t like it, didn’t want it, or some other reason. In the end, the person has to do it for himself and that is what my father needs to do right now.
Even though this latest episode could bring me down, I refuse to let it and had a blast this past weekend. Seeing Rend Collective in concert and shop-hopping on the Goodwill bus reminded me again that life continues despite the sadness. I don’t want to wallow in worry, even though it is hard. The journey must continue with its ups and downs. Pictures of the concert and the Goodwill Shop/ Hop bus are coming next!
A Journey Worth Remembering 