Just got back from hospice. Dad wouldn't eat today and was in and out of consciousness all afternoon. He mentioned fish and how to cook it, but wouldn't eat any when they brought it to him. He'd keep saying he'd east some, but would say ',not yet' when offered food.
He is drinking water though.
A little anyways.
He's still in pain (about an 8 he said when they asked), and even grimaces from it in his sleep.
The cancer hurts and so do the blood clots in his extremities.
He is still filling the urine bag so his kidneys and bladder are still working and his breathing is faster than usual and a little shallow, it isn't labored.
His left arm is still swollen, but his left has gone down considerably, but they both hurt and he has trouble moving them.
He's confused and mumbles to himself.
Doesn't respond and/or understand many questions either.
My dad is going.
But he won't admit it.
He keeps saying he will deal with things later.
Today, sitting there I wanted to be a source of comfort but I also felt incredibly sad.
This is THE hardest thing I have ever been through in my entire life.