He came home on Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday was Mom's birthday - Happy Birthday, Mom! And I mean that in both a sarcastic and a genuine tone. We went over for a little birthday party - Mom got a nativity (she has quite a collection), a hummingbird feeder, and some small things that I was too distracted to notice. What else, Mom? Then we partied hard - Trivial Pursuit and then Uno 'till the new year rang in. We did not watch the ball drop; I have decided that until we have a New Year's event in our own time zone, I ain't watchin'.
There is some debate over the efficacy of the TPN feeding Dad is receiving. Apparently it will do little to extend his life and in some cases causes its own complications. The sad, ugly, horrible truth is that Dad will likely die of malnutrition. He is very thin now, and sometimes he is clouded by the morphine, but then sometimes he is lucid and makes jokes and is still very particular about how he wants things done. Tricia, I do need to call you.
We are getting through. I don't know how my mother is doing it. I don't know how to help her without completely uprooting Paul's life or making Dan be a single Dad all week long.