I am about to take my dad back to the doctor. I feel pretty sure they will admit him to the hospital. This will be only 3 weeks since the last time. Before that it was 5 1/2 weeks. The times are getting closer between visits. We should have taken him in on Monday, but he didn't want to go. It has to be up to him at this point. Today he is so short of breath that he has to rest between each motion. It took him forever to put his shirt on. Going to the bathroom is an ordeal, and he is unable to fix even the most rudimentary meal for himself.
I really feel like we are getting close, very close to the end. It saddens me, but I want him to go peacefully. That is my constant prayer. Updates as they come.