2+ years ago my mom lost her sense of taste. She was miserable. Besides being ill she had little desire for food as it was all like drywall mud. She forced herself to eat (mostly Boost) to stay alive. Between COPD and no appetite she lost muscle mass and couldn't stand up for long stretches.
One of our last conversations was how she said this was no way to live. She said she hadn't given up entirely because of her grands and great grands but she was ready.
She and dad were a house divided as dad was a confirmed Miracle Whip guy and mom was mayo only. One of the last times I saw her she went into her kitchen and grabbed a small jar of MW, stuck a spoon in it and ate some. She said "this should make your father bloody happy".
One of our last conversations was how she said this was no way to live. She said she hadn't given up entirely because of her grands and great grands but she was ready.
She and dad were a house divided as dad was a confirmed Miracle Whip guy and mom was mayo only. One of the last times I saw her she went into her kitchen and grabbed a small jar of MW, stuck a spoon in it and ate some. She said "this should make your father bloody happy".