[Skip to Content]
Access to paid content on this site is currently suspended due to excessive activity being detected from your IP address 174.129.114.211. Please contact the publisher to request reinstatement.
[Skip to Content Landing]
Views 2,315
Citations 0
A Piece of My Mind
October 13, 2015

Armchairs and Bow Ties

Author Affiliations
  • 1School of Medicine, University of California-San Francisco
JAMA. 2015;314(14):1451-1452. doi:10.1001/jama.2015.7651

I sat across from my grandmother as she struggled to eat her birthday cake. The neurons that controlled her ability to lead her fork to her mouth were hijacked. It seemed like such a simple action, one I took for granted. The cake was too pretty to eat anyway: delicate, round, speckled with her favorite lily of the valley buds. I heard her hands shake rhythmically in her lap—swish swish—against the fabric of her floral dress.

“Here, Mum.” My mother took a small chunk of cake and attempted to gently coax her. Crumbs fell onto the wooden dining table. My grandmother vocalized something unintelligible, sorrowful, but eventually opened her mouth in defeat.

First Page Preview View Large
First page PDF preview
First page PDF preview
×