My mom had an appt on Jan 19th, and found out there was nothing else to try. She's was gone within two weeks. She had fought for six years, and it was over in two weeks.
She ended up in the hospital, and all she wanted was to go home. And that's what happened, with hospice.
We, my brother and sister, were trying to come up with a schedule of staying with her, mostly to help my stepdad. My brother kind of said we didn't know how long it would be and we didn't need to plan so far out. That was so hard to hear, but he was right.
The next thing we dealt with, after she was home, was whether or not to get her to a place that could take better care of her. Turns out there wasn't time for that.
I am feeling everything with Tiff. Joe, I am so sorry. But... the peace that passes understanding, that's real.
I love y'all.