A noticeable decline

The last 24 hours have been very taxing on our family, as Dad has made a noticeable decline. The hospice nurse told us today that we should be thinking in terms of days (not weeks, as previously suggested). It's as if he knows he's home, and has achieved some sort of peace. . . well, perhaps a spiritual peace. The physical struggle continues.

Let me tell you, hospice nursing ain't easy.

It's like taking care of a premature baby, only in our case the patient is over 6 feet tall and isn't going to get better.

On a thankful note, I need to express gratitude to all the friends who have called or emailed over the last week. Please know they are truly appreciated, even if we cannot respond to each one. And, I would particularly like to thank Sarah Taylor for stopping by the house last night with the awesome carrot cake and the nice flowers.

That's it for now. This time change is really throwing me for a loop. I think we should let the night nurse take over and try to get a little shut-eye . . . YAWN!!!