A recent source of humor for us has been Henry's style of speaking. He never asks for anything directly, but instead comes about it in a roundabout manner. "These are really good chocolate chips," he'll say, and patiently wait for you to ask him if he wants any more. If I fail to follow his cues, he casually moves his hands as if to say, "Well?".
We're surmising this derives from our manner of speaking to him over the last year plus. It's been important to him, and easier for us, if things seem to be his idea (which I guess is the case with most of us).
Henry has recently taken a turn for the worse. His tumor has grown, we are planning on trying another palliative chemo, but we frankly don't expect much benefit from it. He continues to feel well several hours a day, but the fatigue and nausea gets the better of him, especially at night, and he gets very agitated.
He continues to take everything in stride. He never asks why he's not feeling well, why he gets medicine several times a day, why he can't seem to sleep more than a few hours at a stretch. But sometimes, when he's very upset, he cries "I just don't know why I don't feel good", and I wonder if he's asking me in his roundabout way to answer him.