“I’m lost,” he says to Christy. “Where have we been?”

I just called hospice. The counselor said I sounded very calm and asked if I had experience with traumatic events. You could say that. I told her that we had been through a lot.

I dug through paperwork this morning for a while. Funny how everything has its place with him. My plan today was to try to get a wheelchair so he could get back and forth from the table to bed, but Christy and I agree that if we get him to bed he probably won’t be getting up again.

Now, I think I’m just waiting for hospice.