Thinking of you so much especially because my husband is exactly the same in most ways. The only thing he does outside the house now is to very occasionally have a short stroll around the garden, or I take him to the barbers. He too is so thin, skin and bone but miraculously he doesn’t have any bed sores yet. Scrambled eggs are still ok, but he wouldn’t eat a whole one if I didn’t keep encouraging him. That’s the hardest thing, he looks at his plate and looks sad and says he can’t eat that, every single time. So the chat with the dietician was helpful because there isn’t much benefit in putting a plate in front of him, so drinks, finger food and little dishes of sweet things are the way to go. It’s just hard hitting these milestones of decline instead of enjoying a meal together. I think our daughter feels exactly the same as you do. She looked after him last Saturday and found the feeding very soul destroying. I am beginning to feel quite paralysed by this disease, and find it increasingly difficult to motivate myself to do anything. I do keep going though and still try to have a decent walk every day.