Also, I have a lot of scarring so I can only open my mouth just a very little bit. I can barely fit my smallest finger in my mouth. That is my maximum opening. So eating is a very slow process. I have to cut up the food into super small bites so that it will fit. My tongue doesn't work too good to guide the food around so I have to use my fork to guide the food to where my teeth come together.
Well all of this doesn't make eating very fun, especially in public settings. I feel like a spectacle when I eat. I don't know if you have noticed but so much of our social interactions revolve around eating. This makes my life challenging at times.
|Flora Zella McCarther and JoLynne's mother|
The next slide was of an uncle. He was stricken with stomach cancer that moved into his bones. He was a veteran so they took him up the VA to be cared for. He couldn't move without his bones breaking so he lay in bed for three years unable to move. Every few hours they would restrain him with a second mattress and flip it over to try and prevent so many bed sores. JoLynne's dad, who was watching the slides with us talked about going up to visit this uncle and what a positive attitude he had despite
his disease. In his words, "You could never visit with him without going away feeling uplifted"
By that point I began to see how foolish I had been. Here I am complaining because I eat slow and drip a little and yet I can walk and run and feed myself and work at my profession. Sometimes I just need a little reality check. That night was a pretty good reality check for me.