Each day starts as the day before. Will I die today? The answer as always the same. No. As I start the day to feed, bathe, and dress him, my own pain creeps up the scale. I look at his paleness and note the wasting muscles and see him wither more each day. Confusion ever growing and hallucinations to match. I'm told that I can't keep him home and for a nursing home he's bound. I made a promise and a vow; in sickness and in health. I must say a prayer of thanks for the pain and exhaustion I feel.... Sign in to see full entry.