Update on my bedridden mother

It’s been a while since I wrote about my mother, and that is because nothing much has changed. People I meet often ask me for updates, “How’s your mother?” and my answer has been the same for the last two years, “She’s stable, okay, but slowly deteriorating.”

Here is the status update. She is still alive. She is still bedridden. (No miraculous reversal has taken place). She talks maybe, a couple of words every week or so, nods or shakes her head sometimes, and the rest of our understanding of her needs and wants is essentially guesswork or our watching for the miniscule shrinking or relaxing of her muscles.

Blood test reports show her health as good. Her hemoglobin count would be the envy of many. Her skin is fragile but smooth and soft for most part (substantially smoother and softer than mine, but I am not asking to swap places). She sleeps most of the time. Once a week or so, she nods when I ask her whether I should talk or tell her a story, but I am barely past the introductory paragraph of the story and she’s nodded off. No, I am not that bad a story teller. I am not boring her to sleep. I think all voices to her are lullabies 🙂

Swallowing is still a problem for her. Mealtimes are typically 45 minutes to an hour, every gulp a challenge for her, and also for the person feeding, because we have to know whether she swallowed the first mouthfull of food before we pour in the next mouthful (otherwise her mouth gets overfull and she coughs horribly because the food goes the wrong way).
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