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09/09/2008: "The Final Days"

He had quite a turnout at the party, around 70 people were there. There were many tears, especially when Kate and Donna played Blue Bayou for him. I don't think I've cried as much in my whole life as I did at the party. Everyone had many kind words of support for what I'll be doing during these last days. I just hope I can handle it.
I'm sure a few of his friends were glad I didn't make him move out before his prognosis, because he had asked them if they could help him find a place. He was being such an asshole I told him I was done putting up with him, but no one offered to let him move in with them and I'm sure seeing how fast he's wasting away they're glad they didn't.
He made it about 3 hours before having to go home and rest. He rode his buddy's electric scooter back but he couldn't walk into the house because his legs were like rubber from all the pain medication he took at the party. He asked me to get his grandson from the party but by the time we got back, his buddy was dragging him over the threshold, causing a cut on his side. His grandson picked him right up and laid him on his bed. Now there's another sore to dress every day.
He won't let me tell the hospice nurses how he burned the bottom of his heel. I'm glad I bought the baby moniter so I could hear him yell in the middle of the night, when he caught the oxygen hose on fire and happened to be stepping on it. I wonder if he'll learn from that. It's no wonder my blood pressure is high.
Still getting some dancing in but there's hardly time for anything. He needs constant care now. I wish I could convince you to "Let's All Dance!"