The Lights Were On

I had the worst afternoon of my life today.

We had an assessment meeting about Dad.

The Spanish speakiing doctor was a complete waste of space. She had not fully consulted with anyone who has been involved in Dads care and had not read notes sent from the hospital when he was found to have fluid on his lung.
She also thought it shocking that Dad had read all about his conditions when he was diagnosed so he was well aware of how his mind and body were likely to fail.
And as for wanting his mental health to be taken care of rather than his physical health ..............that nearly caused her to have a stoke. She couldn't understand that he does not want to be a virtual vegetable living in a body that will gradually rot anyway but would rather have a mind that he knew was alive.

When it came to telling him that his wife was dying of terminal cancer and that he could never go home .................

It was much - much worse than being with Mum when she was given her diagnosis in ways I cannot put into words.

A shitty, shitty day.