DH was admitted to our local hospice on Friday. He has terminal brain tumours. His short term memory is not great and he is really confused, not dissimilar to dementia.
He's just called me. It was so nice to answer that call because he hasn't shown any interest in his phone for a couple of weeks. He sounded almost normal when he greeted me. And then he started talking about going to work. And asking where I work. And didn't ask about the kids. This is so fucking painful.