“Slow down” became my new command at the table. “One bite at a time,” I’d say.
I tried to explain. “Honey," I said, "that condition that makes it hard for you to speak might mess with your swallowing. I don’t want you to choke. Please chew and swallow before you take another bite.”
In long-distance calls to my daughters I confessed, “I hate this. It’s taken all of the pleasure out of eating.”
“Think of the alternative,” they said. “Tommy choking, you trying the Heimlich, you panicking. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I said. “I’ll talk to his doctors.”
Although they discounted the nurse’s report, and said they’d never heard of a patient choking, the doctors concurred a Cookie Swallow Test might be a good idea.
So here I am watching Feed, Swallow, Wriggle, Smooth Passage. As the spoonfuls proceed, I think about our mealtimes, which until recently, had been a peaceful part of our day.
Ten years ago Tommy and I tried vegetarianism. Our switch came after hearing friends credit their improved health and energy to their plant-based menus. And, after reading Diet For A Small Planet, our own mantra became, "nothing with a face," and "nothing that has a mother."
I lasted six months. A diabetes test (it runs in my family) convinced me the amounts of carbs I'd been consuming — primarily pasta — put me at risk. And even when the results turned out to be false, I admitted I longed for forbidden foods.
Not Tommy. He has remained a vegetarian since his first bite of tofu. He never complains nor envies when I'm downing fried chicken or burgers. He happily eats his vegetarian meals, including those plucked from store freezers and microwaved.
“He did fine,” says the speech pathologist. She is happy, too. My attention snaps back to the x-ray. “I don’t see anything that would cause me to suggest a change of diet.”
“His coughing?” I ask. “What about that?”
“Not a problem,” she says. “In fact, tell him to clear his throat occasionally. That helps the food go down.”
I race around the wall and grab my husband. “You passed, Honey, you passed!” I say, elated as the parent of a Harvard grad.
That evening at the dinner table, Tommy and I indulge in a guilty pleasure we've enjoyed throughout our marriage: we disdain talk in favor of watching television.
Now, as we dig into our dishes: soy meatballs and spaghetti for Tommy, take-out rotisserie chicken for me, we fix our eyes on the set and a Law & Order re-run. The only words, the only commands, come from the screen.
©2013 Elaine Soloway for SeniorWomen.com
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