2/1/14 - Moe's and Joe's

The last few days have been a little tougher.  Myles is eating and drinking less, which I am told is to be expected as part of this process.  But, it's challenging as a good Jewish mother, to restrain myself from acting like one and saying to Myles, in my best Russian-born grandmother accent "Come on, just one more bite.  Do it for me."  But I do restrain myself and encourage everyone else to do the same because, after all, Myles is finally back in control of his body and we need to respect his wishes.  So, I hold myself back, and force food on my children instead, along with the requisite side dish of guilt (I can't completely turn my back on my heritage).

Despite eating and drinking less and resting more, Myles is still himself.  He tires very easily, and although he keeps his eyes closed a lot during the day, as I've warned visitors, he's not asleep and he hears all.  I think one friend now believes me after last night.

Two friends were visiting Myles late last night and were quietly talking at the table in Myles's room sharing some bourbon.  (Side note:  hospices, at least ours,  are very flexible with what you bring in.  The night we moved in, we were told we could bring anything other than an open flame.  I can't remember who then asked, "So we can bring in strippers?"  And was told, "Yes, as long as they don't light anything on fire.")

The friends thought Myles was asleep as they talked and drank.  Then I called Myles for my nightly bedtime call, and Myles answered "Moe's and Joe's" -  a popular local bar. Busted.  Never underestimate Myles - even with his eyes closed pleasantly floating on morphine.

- Marcie