Andy came back from Green Bay today. Thank the gods. I’m watching him play pac man on his phone while drinking a soy chai latte. Things are just a little righter in the universe.

Bob isn’t eating ice chips anymore. Last night he woke up twice and asked for some. He stayed up for a short while ate them, whispered “thank you” and went back to sleep. I kept waking up throughout the night to check on him. He seemed different, more there than here. The times I woke up I put moisturizing gel in his mouth and paced around for a while.

This morning he had visitors from church and the nurse came. We went over the procedures again with the nurse about what to do and who to call when the time came. He woke up a little for the visitors, and for a phone call from his son, and then seemed to sink away. While the nurse was here, even when we were moving him a little, he said it hurt. He had gotten the max dose of Oxycodone, we gave him some morphine and then some sleeping drops. Usually when he’s awake he’s asking for ice chips. When the nurse was here I made a batch. He didn’t even try to swallow it when I put them on his tongue. I didn’t think it was possible, but he seems to have lost more weight just from yesterday.

After the nurse left this morning he continued to sleep. It’s past midnight now. His breathing is sometimes heavy, sometimes shallow and sometimes I have to check to see if he’s breathing at all. I don’t think he’s going to wake up again. In a way, it’s better this way. The nurse said that most likely he will slip away quietly in his sleep. I think so too. Tonight, my mom is sleeping downstairs on the couch.