It's tough. Normally seeing my dad with energy, now he can't do anything. He was telling me this morning that I was up before anyone, but I can't do anything. Then he was telling me how there's things he wants to do, but can't do anything, and that he's scared. Scared because of his situation, and that he can't hardly eat anything. It's hard not knowing what to tell him. He apologized for his situation, and all I can tell him is it's ok.
It's really hard and gut wrenching watching someone that would normally be outside doing yardwork (it was his hobby), now barely be able to sit in a room outside of the bedroom. Now that my dad is dealing with hospice, it's like the same thing with my mom. Back then my mom was in hospice, I just didn't remember that's what it was. The only thing is, she didn't get the big bed that my dad got, but did get the oxygen, the camote, and not sure what else, and there were nurses coming in and out, but that was all I remember, and just like I helped out with my mom, I'm doing the same with my dad, along with my brothers, and church family, and neighbors.
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