You know this morning I woke up thinking about my mom when she was on Hospice. We did it TWICE with her. We used to joke that hospice took such good care of her that she graduated from it the first time around. My mom was somewhat a crotchety old woman and we put her into hospice care while she was in the nursing home. They spent extra time with her one on one and she blossomed. It was a neat thing to see.
Richard has unfortunately caught my cold. He is obsessed with kleenex right now. And coughing. And coughing and coughing. I am giving breathing treatments and trying to keep him hydrated to liquefy all the phlegm. He doesn't look well today. Our youngest son spent the night last night and I caught a few hours sleep in my own bed. Oh how I miss that. But it is hard to sleep soundly knowing that he is probably asking, 'where is your mother?' a thousand times. I am so thankful that we have such a wonderful son who can put up with the coughing, snorting, eating kleenex, and even helping him up to commode and changing his brief. That is one awesome son.