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  • I came home and found out mom had been put in hospice care while I was gone.

    I went to visit her without telling anyone. It felt like I ran into a wall when I was following the nurse down the hall and spotted her slumped over in a chair in a room with other patients. Just resting - but it was hard to stumble into that view. Part of me just paused there in the hall while my feet carried the rest of me to the counter to talk to more nurses before I went in. I knelt down next to her to comfort her about being in that strange place, and told her that she would be coming home again in a few days because she was only there in "respite" care. But the word hospice and everything it means is now a real part of our home life.

    I have to accept what's left, and hope for what's best for my mom.

    I also have to accept that you left me by myself to watch my mother die.
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