choking

Yesterday, my husband and I took my brother out for breakfast.  During the  summer I try to take him to a diner/greasy spoon for breakfast because it has outside seating, and I figure it's a treat for him to be able to go outside in an environment that is not the nursing home.

He ordered a bagel (he loves bagels), and I didn't make a fuss because it had been a long while since he had choked on one.

Well, he choked not once, but twice.  The second time a huge piece of bagel came up.  I ended up by removing the bagel from him with out too much protest.

I used to think he would probably die from pneumonia.  Now I am beginning to think it will be by choking when no one is present to help him.

I have gotten to the point where I don't obsess about this kind of thing anymore.  I can't be in his presence 24/7, so I (and he) have to live with it,.