The other fella I am caregiving for is also on hospice. I went to put him to bed tonight and he said the nurse came today and told him that based on his vitals, he is getting weaker. Without really thinking, I said: "that's probably not what you were hoping to hear?" He replied: "Oh no, that doesn't bother me. I'm ready and I'm not scared of death. I've had a great life. I just hope I go soon so that my wife doesn't lose both of us too close together (their daughter has been given 6 months-year to live)"
And I thought that two measly tick bites constituted a bad day...
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