As I thought about yesterday’s post on this subject, it became clear to me that I did not fully explain myself. My emotions about Hospice had nothing to do with whether or not we decided to put Daddy or Mother into that program. My emotions were merely that- emotions. When I first visited that floor, Daddy was still wanting to fight the cancer. He was still taking chemo. He was not ready. Had he been ready, then I would have had a ‘hip pocket’ moment and then done what needed to be done. When his fight was over and he was ready to ‘call in’ Hospice, then we were ready to abide by his wishes.