I'm on the other side of the hospice equation now. I'm a family member.
My dad's dying. He's been dying for years, but in the past few months I've seen a more rapid deterioration. He's not eating well. He's sleeping more than he used to. He's confused and disoriented. He's had another small stroke.
I don't know how much time he has left. I don't know if I'm going to be able to go home when it happens....I don't even know if he'd want me to come home.
I do know that every time I talk to him, I'm going to treat it as if it were the last. I'm going to leave nothing unsaid, leave nothing to chance. I know that I'm going to tell him I love him and that I'm proud of him every chance I get.
It's a little different, being on this side of the equation. I don't like it.