...

Saturday night for my dad was worse than I had been led to believe. I won't go into detail, but...

*sigh*

He's refusing all nutrition now. He can no longer swallow, and even what he gets through the feeding tube in his stomach ends up aspirated into his lungs. They'll let him go home, straight into hospice care, and they'll try to keep him at home unless his condition worsens to the point where he needs to be in the hospice facility, and they'll try to keep him comfortable there.

I find myself wishing very much that the Husbandly One was home right now.