Give it to them, when they are aliveMy mother's sister, suffered from cancer. Her adopted son and his wife, knew her end was nearing in less than five months. They took so good care of my aunt, and fed her with all that she liked.
The family doctor did not object. In fact, he would himself come home and engage her in conversation for a pretty long time. The last time I saw her, some forty days before her death, she asked for a bit of the laddu, a South Indian delicacy, prepared at home. Her son gave it to her happily, and wished a very happy day, before he left for office.
I am now given to understand that many doctors encourage this. What is the use of denying some small food item, when we all know that the end is anyway nearing? And many doctors prescribe a huge amount of conversation to keep the tempo going.
When they are dead and gone, we will only remember those small, nice and loving moments. Life is too precious. So, why not feed them with their favorite dishes and help them to be happy in their last moments?