cupboard - nice to hear from you. Hope you are OK, and that soon you have more good days than bad.
I am having a tough time. My dad is still in intensive care and very poorly. He might not get through this, but at least he's stable ATM.
Yesterday was the day from hell. I came over to see my dad in the day and he wasn't looking well, although my mum thought he was better than Sunday, so dread to think what he was like then. I decided to take the DSs home and come back as my mum isn't sleeping/eating, and hoped it might be comforting to have me overnight and someone to take her to/from hospital as she doesn't drive.
She called as I was driving back, so i knew it must be important. When I called her back, she was hysterical and said she needed to be there by 9pm. I thought the worst. Turns out he was really poorly and needed to be sedated and moved to a new hospital, but wouldn't let them do it so she needed to sign the consent. I am sure he was worried he might not wake up from this and wanted to see mum. When we arrived he was so weak and breathless and was scribbling his will . He wouldn't stop writing it all down (all his bank account logins, shares, business instructions etc) and no-one could stop him. It was horrible. He needed to do it for himself ("just in case") but it was making him weaker. My mum felt tortured by it as though he was doing it deliberately to upset her, and I was stuck in the middle. Luckily my brother and sister are coming over tomorrow as I don't think i can manage much more on my own. Basically his lungs are not functioning, so he's on a ventilator and sedated, and he is on a cocktail of drugs as they aren't sure what is causing it. Could be a virus (still unidentified and results back tomorrow hopefully), pneumonia, or a result of his chemo although unlikely as he was only low dose. I think if he worstens then that will be it . Sorry for going on, but i am really struggling. I phone DH a lot and keep my siblings up to date, but it's hard. Took my mum to her GP this morning and she was prescribed diazapam. She blames herself for not getting medical help sooner, but after seeing him last night, and how determined and stubborn he was, I can see how hard it must have been, and he hadn't been telling her the whole picture (e.g when they asked when his feet started swelling, she said it was in hospital and he said it was at home). I really don't know how she'll cope if he dies. She asked if she could come and live with us, but it's not a workable long-term solution and she has friends/family local to her too. Anyway, one day at a time...