That got Dad up. Denture wearers get panicky when they think something has happened to their teeth. For good reason I guess. Dad forgot the no peeking rule and came to see what happened and caught be in my undies. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he turned around and shuffled back to bed. I told him what I did and that his teeth were okay, then picked them up, put them back in the glass and ran some water over them.
Its strange what will trigger memories, but handling Dads false teeth brought back when Mom was sick and I brushed hers for her every morning. When the cancer in her brain got to affecting her bad, she would clinch her teeth and wouldnt let me have them. She even bit me once. After a couple days, they looked like shed been eating cottage cheese so I caught her asleep and dug them out of her mouth and brushed them. The hospice nurse that checked on us every day told me not put them back in, but when Dad took his shift he gave them to her again. Denture wearers stick together too.
Dad and I both still struggle with images of Sick Mom and long for more images of Well Mom. We had the choice of either taking care of Mom at home during her last days versus taking her to the Hospice floor at St Joseph Hospital. Before she got bad, shed said that she wanted to die at home so we went with her wishes of course. It wasnt easy doing the things we had to do to take care of her most basic needs. There are things the body does during its final days that Ill spare you the details of. Im not sure, but I think if shed known she wouldve opted to go to the Hospice center. We couldve still been with her all day & night but the nurses wouldve taken care of these things that sometimes still come into our heads when we think of Mom. Its getting better all the time though.