Mom was pretty alert this evening. I got there about 5:40PM and stayed for an hour. We chatted quite a bit and she was tracking pretty well, so that when she got stuck on a word I'd repeat it for her. That was kind of interesting, though it may sound more ominous. Words like squid took a while to communicate and it seemed like she was reintegrating words. That she was able to track enough she knew what word to get clarified was very encouraging for me.
We talked about cooking, about things I'm doing and she used to do. She griped a bit about the cafeteria and had a counterpoint where they had salmon on a bed of spinach. She thought that was superb. Her wish is that they'd not mix so many things together. For institutional food it sounded like a plus in some ways, as I remember pretty dull meals in college and the Navy. I let it go, and since I'd never eaten at Queen Ann Manor I might have been talking out of my republican.
I had another birthday card, Happy Birthday plus Five Weeks this time along with a box of the raspberry jelly sticks with dark chocolate and some dark chocolate orange mint patties. I figured she was tired of getting truffles every time. Then I reminded her how old she was: she'd forgotten. There was a little unspoken disappointment I suspect that she is 79. I said that means she is in her 80th year. She really liked that interpretation and my way of thinking. So I mentioned how I was basically a math nerd for my job, and went on a bit about being a nerd, and how reaching geekiness could be attained. Pocket liners, taped eyeglasses and such. She seemed to enjoy that bit of fun too.
I brought a couple tomatoes, a smallish beefsteak type, and a moderate roma. I cut up the roma into small pieces for her, and got a little salt from a Costco sea salt grinder in the cafeteria. Acidic foods are tough for her at times, and she figured out how to chew up the tomatoes without too much problem. Right after I cut them up I held the little bowel, and she really liked the aroma. When I came back with the little bit of salt and she started eating them with her fingers she enjoyed the smell again just before popping them in her mouth.
She was talking about something that started with a 'C', and I thought she was talking about a med patch or something similar. When she gave me that hint I said carcinoma then cancer. That was it. I mention it because looking back I think she simply wanted me to say "cancer." I thought it was both sweet and brave of her. She has mentioned the pain, well she did last week and hinted at it this week.