At least we tried.....

If you've been following, you'll know that my daughter and her wonderful family are on their planned visit to Port A.  Hospice provided 5 days of "respite care", where Connie would be cared for by a facility which started on Sunday.

My Mom went to a nursing care facility when things were looking like they weren't going to go well.  She hated it.  I hated seeing her in there.  She lasted about 3 weeks and literally died from "failure to thrive", which means she just stopped wanting to live.

That was 3 years ago.  Knowing for almost 7 years that this was a terminal illness with Connie, we've always had very frank discussions about "things".  One thing that I was pretty firm on was that I didn't want to have her go to a facility like that for the end of her life.  I thought a few days would be different.  I was wrong.

She went to the facility Sunday.  Monday morning at 6a I got a text from our hospice nurse that Connie wanted to come home.  There was some talking off the ledge.  She decided to try and "gut it out".  This morning (Tuesday) she said she wanted to come home.  So, she will later this afternoon.

Not sure what all went on, not sure that I'll ever know.  Had a couple of days of respite.  I certainly wouldn't handle it thinking I put my wife somewhere she hated so that I could have some free time.

At least we tried.