I just came back from a heartbreaking and harrowing trip to the doctor's with both my parents. My mom is same as always. Her UTI has cleared up, and her eyes are open most of the day because of that, though her mental state is really not much better and her mobility not at all better. She must get about in a wheelchair now, and cannot go to the bathroom or anywhere else by herself.
My dad is worse. He looks gray and tired, startling easily, and can barely push his walker along the path. He has told the caregivers and me that he will not go back to the hospital. Should he have another small heart attack like the one he had last week, he said, he will not tell anyone because he just wants to die in peace, since there is nothing to be done about it. He has asked to go on hospice, a decision that startled and saddened the physician's assistant who was speaking with him, since he has always been the most alive person in the room. But his mind is made up. He is ready to get a wheelchair, and to give up.