I honestly didn't feel like I gave up.  He was refusing baths. Getting outside without me knowing and me running around out there calling his name.  More.
 Hospice helped.  They help up to 2 years,  then if the person is still with us, they reup it for 2 more years. It isn't just for end of life. I thought he had plenty of time. The meds?  Mild at first. Probably more mild than what Tom is on.  Nothing strong until needed. In fact most were his normal ones until he didn't need some he had been on for a while.  I didn't have to take him to the dr. They have drs and the nurses report to them and then are directed.
 He got bathed.  Got into the shower for them. Not sure why not me. They came to check his vitals, and answered any questions I may have had. They helped me figure out things that would work best for him that I hadn't thought of. We were thinking about putting locks at the top of the doors for example so he wouldn't get out. Taught us how to handle his choking. So so many other things.  Without us having to go to the dr. I was told he more than likely had 2 years left.  But then, him having strokes took him faster.
 Trust me, this was still my job,  and I did it all until I got help from Austin and Bronwyn as he got worse. It was constant work. Thankful I got the helps from Hospice in what could be done to make things easier.