It's not a dirty word.

Hospice.
Before Grandma got frail, I always had a picture in my head of hospice.
Rows of bed with pale people, a grouchy old nurse in uniform administering huge volumes of morphine.
A depressing word with sad images popping into my head.


Soup? Can anyone eat this gruel?

It's not that way.
Mostly gregarious nurses, who know what to say and what to do.
Visiting the home and making sure all is as good as it can be, given the grim circumstance.

No gruel for you.. and a puppy too!

So we are going to look into getting them involved this week.
But it doesn't mean we are going to put him in a room and forget about the guy.


It will make Moms life easier.. they take care of prescriptions, make sure he is hydrated, check his blood pressure, that sort of thing.
Bit of piece of mind.
No surprise if Moms life and worries are eased, then that makes Dads life lighter.