He is one of my favorite people. Lewy Body has stripped him of many of his abilities. Eating has become a chore, and this morning I watch him struggle with breakfast. He has been served stewed peaches, cut up very small, a fried egg, and some oatmeal. Many times, I notice Bob attempt to pick up bits of fruit with his spoon. Each time, an empty spoon reaches his mouth. I offer to help. He lets me, but I can tell this is not easy for him. Eventually, he grabs the whole egg with his bare hand and eats it, just like that. It is clear that Bob has moved on to finger food. We need to listen to him, and no longer make him feel inadequate. The aide brings him a big slice of watermelon. Bob stares at the thing and does not touch it. How about cutting it in smaller pieces? That does the trick. Bob finishes every bit of his watermelon. And moves on with gusto to the buttered toast. A whole breakfast down, easy.
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