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Good morning and thanks for the hot coffee! It is 29F out there with clouds.
Now they are saying 60 mph breezes with the next snow , but still not much snow.
I am working on the nesting pics of the magpies. They only have certain times for nest building. I have to do another doc run with my friend and this time it is an injection in her back to relieve swelling in the spinal cord. That stuff gives me the weebies!
Anyway, enjoy the day, Cafe! Stay warm, dry, and safe!
 
Last Wednesday I got a great update on DH from the hospice aide. He seemed comfortable, he smiled several times, laughed a little, wasn't restless and his color was good.

I got a call from the nursing home yesterday that he hadn't eaten in 2 days and wasn't doing good.

I had seen him 2 weeks ago and that day was one of the last days he walked a little. He'd lost more weight and I was shocked at his appearance.

Yesterday, I nearly fell to the floor when I saw him. He'd lost 30 pounds since being moved to the nursing home. He looked like he'd lost another 10 between yesterday and my visit 2 weeks ago. He looks like a holocaust victim. It was one of the worst things I've ever seen and I can't get it out of my head. That's not him. It's just not.

The hospice team has put him on the watch list. That means he is expected to die within a week. I don't know what to do with myself. I've cried so long and hard I had to take hydrocodone to knock the pain down enough to sleep. I went to see the widow across the street last night as she is the only one I know who really knows what this feels like.

I'm going to try to time my visit today so I can see the hospice nurse and talk to her.

DHs family is coming in and I can't stand most of them. I won't stay if they are there but none of this is about me. It's about DH. I just want to make sure someone he loves and that loves him is holding his hand when he slips away. I held his hand for 2.5 hours yesterday waiting for his daughter to show up so I could go home and feed the dogs.
 
Last Wednesday I got a great update on DH from the hospice aide. He seemed comfortable, he smiled several times, laughed a little, wasn't restless and his color was good.

I got a call from the nursing home yesterday that he hadn't eaten in 2 days and wasn't doing good.

I had seen him 2 weeks ago and that day was one of the last days he walked a little. He'd lost more weight and I was shocked at his appearance.

Yesterday, I nearly fell to the floor when I saw him. He'd lost 30 pounds since being moved to the nursing home. He looked like he'd lost another 10 between yesterday and my visit 2 weeks ago. He looks like a holocaust victim. It was one of the worst things I've ever seen and I can't get it out of my head. That's not him. It's just not.

The hospice team has put him on the watch list. That means he is expected to die within a week. I don't know what to do with myself. I've cried so long and hard I had to take hydrocodone to knock the pain down enough to sleep. I went to see the widow across the street last night as she is the only one I know who really knows what this feels like.

I'm going to try to time my visit today so I can see the hospice nurse and talk to her.

DHs family is coming in and I can't stand most of them. I won't stay if they are there but none of this is about me. It's about DH. I just want to make sure someone he loves and that loves him is holding his hand when he slips away. I held his hand for 2.5 hours yesterday waiting for his daughter to show up so I could go home and feed the dogs.
:hugs :hugs :hugs
 

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