October, 2009 - my father had been losing weight regularly. I was bringing him milkshakes, and he gulped one so fast that he choked on it, badly. I didn't think he'd catch his breath.
That started a series of tests, and then a much stricter diet - no more ice cream, nothing he could choke on.
He's gaining weight because I hired someone to sit with him at dinner and make sure he was getting enough to eat.
My father died peacefully on February 6, 2012. I had arrived a few hours before he died, so I had time to sit by him and talk and even moisten his lips with the long-promised scotch I had with me. I don't know if he heard me, but he smacked his lips from the scotch, My father had Alzheimer's and had donated his brain to the Alzheimer's study he'd been part of at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center. I'll continue to post for a while.
Monday, July 12, 2010
He was skinny as he ever got
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