Kelvin, Mary and I had
lunch together. Sharon came along too.
Miller, the person who helped her at lunch was a godsend, at least to me.
I picked up tips again about how
to care for the aging – how to make sure they can hear you, how to give them
enough time to process what you say and how they feel about moving on, how to
keep the atmosphere calm, even fun. Miller was doing it all. I was
reminded again of how caring, respectful and skilled the workers are in Seton Place.
He coached her through her whole meal, speaking directly in her ear,
assuring her that the next bite was going to just as delicious as the last — got
her through soup filled with tiny bits of mushroom, a Greek salad, a chicken
breast, a mini-milk shake, a glass of cranberry juice, and her fruit salad made
only of watermelon. I thought I was watching a miracle. Miller made
her laugh quite a few times through the meal.
“Do you always feed her?”
I asked.
“No. We rotate through the jobs.”
After lunch Kelvin, Mary and I went out onto a large balcony on the sixth floor and sat in the warm winter sun -- all of us wrapped in scarves and hats. We chatted about the construction that is going all around him. What a view -- the prairies, the construction vehicles, the iron frames of the new buildings. What is not to love about that!
After lunch Kelvin, Mary and I went out onto a large balcony on the sixth floor and sat in the warm winter sun -- all of us wrapped in scarves and hats. We chatted about the construction that is going all around him. What a view -- the prairies, the construction vehicles, the iron frames of the new buildings. What is not to love about that!
Yes, lunch at Agecare
Seton.
A joy.
Arta
i could taste the lunch myself!
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