A sign of the decline that may or may not have been real. Marge never was much of an eater. She would graze more than eat sit down meals. In fact a common statement was "I don't see how people can eat so much."
In the last couple of years she refused to eat even her favorite things like cinnamon toast and sweet snacks. (When she was healthy, dessert was her primary course at every meal. We'd go to a restaurant for dinner and order meals - she'd order a piece of pie or a milkshake - period.) Since she was losing weight we got her to start drinking Boost - lots of calories and plenty of nutrients.
This is where she would contradict herself. She claimed she wasn't eating because she couldn't taste yet when she drank her Boost (with a straw - always with a straw), she would offer it to me or anyone else, "want some? It's real good."
In her last few months she was refusing to eat. She would drink coffee and Boost. Always Boost with a straw. She didn't eat or drink a single thing for her last few days in hospice. She would suck on the wet swab on her lips - that was it. Depressing.
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