In spite of everything, his body clings to life. Because his swallowing muscles have deteriorated, and there is some danger of an aspiration pneumonia, he is allowed to take in nothing by mouth. All his nourishment is delivered through a gastric shunt. He is well nourished and hydrated. The formula that flows directly into his gut has been scientifically reckoned.
Nothing is left to chance.
Still, he longs to taste, to swallow food, to feel water in his mouth. When I see him, I cannot help remembering that Christ cried out from the cross for a cup of water. Because I have spent time visiting a nursing home in an election year, I am angrier than usual when candidates pound their podiums and make their promises. They are obscene, these promising politicians. Give me power, and I will protect you, fund you, cover you with care.