Good morning, everyone - I've not posted on here for ages, but this issue is now causing my poor father so much stress. He is nearly 91, Mother is 83, and was diagnosed with Alzheimer's in 2011. Over the last two years, her eating has been erratic, but in the last few months, if she eats even a small meal, that's a miracle! By small, I mean maybe two small potatoes, a few peas, a little bit of chicken, a few slices of carrot, followed by a pot of mousse or trifle. Her taste has changed drastically, too. So many things she declares as "too salty", even if poor Father hasn't added any salt at all. We have to cut everything up very small for her, and she refuses to use a knife, just a fork. We can't get her to sit at the table any more, either, she has a tray on her lap. I should add that she has horrible rheumatoid arthritis, so is often in pain, poor love. Back in the summer, Father agreed to me speaking to the GP about the eating issue (he's very deaf), and she prescribed milkshake mixes, and to go back to her if the situation didn't improve. I should add that Mother has absolutely no problem with draining an entire bottle of wine at one sitting, with virtually no effect, despite her lack of food intake! Father worries about this, too, and is very strict with how many glasses of wine she can have at any one time. My sister and I tend to think "Why worry? How much worse could it be for her?", and the doctor was of a similar opinion. Father despairs, now, at every meal - Mother will declare that she's hungry, yet, when served with a meal, she'll push it round the plate, and then say "I'll have it later" or "Can I have it tomorrow?". Of course, she never does have it either later or tomorrow. My sister and I are so worried, more so for Father, really - we are aware that these eating issues can be part and parcel of Alzheimer's. He becomes very defensive, as he believes that if he gives even the tiniest impression that he's not coping, Mother will be whisked away to a care home. I witnessed a major stand-off the other day, when he brought her a milkshake drink, and said she had to have it because she'd rejected her lunch, yet again. "I don't want it!" she said. "You've got to have it, you haven't eaten anything". "No! I DON'T WANT IT!" and this went on for several minutes. She's a wily old fox, though, and actually pretended to have some of it (she has a cup with a straw). He's sussed this, of course, as he measures the level! I'm sure he's not alone with having to try and deal with this situation, and if anyone of you wonderful people have any suggestions as to how we can try and manage it, we'd be incredibly grateful. Forgive me for the lengthy post.