A single photo, a glimpse at this week.....and in this case what I am struggling with.



Today my father struggled to breath and I saw true panic in his eyes, yet when they went to exchange his nose oxygen for this mask he refused because he did not want to prolong his life. The therapist assured him that it was just a tool and he understand that my father did not want a ventilator.
I finally got the nurse to give him something for anxiety and for the first time in six months, according to him, he was without worry and angst. I sat next to him as he slept and realized life was coming full circle as he use to sit next to me while I slept, as a baby.
I wish I could hold him in my arms and pat, pat, pat, him on the back to tell him it will be ok, just as he use to do me, but I know it is not true.