My grandfather calls me "Garry" and my name is Derek.

We admitted him to a hospice center because he was fighting us, having hallucinations, unable to swallow and not taking any of his pain meds. All a change we see in one day. So worst day of my life thus far and likely his last worst day.

I'm back at the apartment but very volatile, going from highs to low lows. Trying to keep chin up and I beg the forgiveness of those whom I owe responses to, this plus medication is wiping me out. Thanks for the well wishes.