except that we started my dad on hospice today. he had a rough week last week and it shows. as heartbroken as we all are, in our minds we knew one day it would come to this. and before this week i didn't dare google the phrase " final days of lung cancer " but i took a deep breath and i did so over the weekend.
the good news is that my dad is comfortable. even tonight he was wriggly around after i had fed him some food and i asked him if he was feeling any pain and he shook his head no. my dad is alert when he is awake. he is aware of who we are and he will nod when he is hungry.
it is going to be a busy time here for us. i have 3 aunts arriving in the next two days and my sister is coming tonight so she can see my dad for a bit while he is alert and aware of us.
each day i hold my breath before i call my mom in the morning to ask if my dad had a good day or not. and each day we deal with it with baby steps.
tomorrow is a new day and a day for hope for a good day for my dad.