I'm still here. I have had a very rough time since last Thursday. Mentally and physically. I have had to come to the conclusion that within 6 months, I will have to place husband in a nursing home. This decision has been solely based on what happened last week.
Husband had to be taken by ambulance to hospital. There, they put him on Suicide Watch. I could not see him. They would come out every few hours and let me know how he was doing. I was finally able to bring him home late, early Friday morning.
It's not that I'm throwing in the towel, or giving up. No. I just know that for him to receive the best care and to be in a medical environment, well, a nursing home will have to suffice.
I don't know how I'm feeling anymore. I was so looking forward to going to San Antonio and seeing my boy graduate. Oh, I'm still going, but, with a somber outlook on the future.
But, I will smile and be so happy and proud of my son. He doesn't need to know what has transpired. He'll find out soon enough.
This is where I am at today. I have made my final decision. Each time I look at husband and see nothing in his eyes, it makes me feel better about my decision.