An Unscheduled Schedule Change
I'm going to have to take more time off, I'm not sure how much, a month at least, probably, maybe two, maybe more. My dad is quite ill and, all things considered, I want to spent what time I can with him while he's still here. Since January he's been to the emergency room more than a dozen times, three times with pneumonia. In other words, for the last six months he's gone to the hospital about every ten days to two weeks for an average stay of two to three days. This is exhausting! During his most recent stay — for pneumonia plus a moderately serious UTI — in light of my concern for his quality of life I asked his doctor whether he would be eligible for home hospice care. It turns out he is and, with his consent (and total approval from his closest friends), I arranged his return home, last Tuesday, into the hospice program. For a couple days he did reasonably well but he's struggling again. He's bounced back many times before so a recovery, however temporary, wouldn't surprise me, nor would his shrugging off this mortal coil. I'm worried sick, I'm doing everything I can think of doing, but what happens, happens.