this last weekend, spent a few hours with them. My dad is cold these days, so he’s always wearing several layers. I hadn’t realized how thin he’d gotten, but I saw his arm and was kind of shocked. He looked at me and said, “Yeah. I just don’t eat much these days.” My mom teared up a little and said, “Honey, you can’t imagine how thin his arms and legs are now.”
Still, the morphine is controlling his pain. The steroids destroyed his leg muscles, so he has a lot of trouble walking and standing. They’ve made some changes to the house to make it easier for him. He was in good spirits, overall, and my mom doesn’t look too tired. They had some trouble with a blind outside and she was saying that she had to do it alone. I told her that just wasn’t true, that she has an army to do things for her, then listed everyone she could have called. She pursed her mouth and crossed her arms. If anything, she’s getting more self-reliant and stubborn the older she gets. Oy. She definitely tries my patience.
