Hospice… heartbroken.
My dad - 58 years young and my best friend - started hospice on Monday. To say he’s fought hard and been through a lot is a gross understatement.
We lost his mom to this disease so while I knew what was coming, I can’t help but have moments where the reality comes crashing down and I think to myself, “how did this happen to us?”
To see him so painfully thin, so vulnerable.. unable to walk .. become unresponsive at nights. Right now, I’m powering through but I know this will ultimately destroy me.
I had my first baby a year ago and have basically been living with my parents these past two weeks and will continue to do so. I started a new job two months ago and work from their house and my husband comes back and forth with our son every other day.. I feel .. shattered. Hanging on by a thread.
My question is.. how do you get through this part? 💔💔