By Karen Henderson
Fortunately my father was always a healthy person who ate anything
put in front of him. I think it's the main reason he
survives until 92 in a care facility near me. In
fact, I had to watch his weight gain at one point when
he moved into a retirement home 4 years ago; he was
splitting all his pants!
But in the 6 months prior to his death I've started waging a new battle;
he had been losing weight for no apparent reason. My
first approach was to give him more food than the standard
nursing home portions. This worked for a while but again
as he became more cognitively impaired (slowly losing
the ability to chew and swallow) his weight started
to fall from a high of 67 kg upon admission to
the care facility to a low of 60 kg. So I learned
all the tricks (see above in Steps to Take) to urge
him to chew and swallow including removing his
dentures so he could feel the food in his mouth. I bought
him ice cream and puddings for snacks and soaked cake
in milk so he could eat it. I stayed in close touch with the nursing staff
so I was always aware of any wight or eating changes.
I knew one day my father would stop eating. His dementia
would rob him of the ability to remember how and I would
face the issue of a feeding tube. In the end I decided against
forced feeding; in my mind it was neither humane for my father nor
comforting for me. His time had come to die and I was determined that he die with
all the diginty and love I could offer. I believe I succeeded.