This morning I met the Hospice nurse at Al’s Day Program. He was not a happy camper. 
He had wet through his clothes and he was highly embarrassed about this. The nurse checked his vitals and his blood pressure was quite high.
We left him crying. I felt terrible but I knew that the nurse and I were a reminder of what illness was doing to him.
When he got off the bus tonight we ate. Once again he didn’t eat all of his supper. I believe that three times including the weekend he ate about half of his meals. After supper and stripping his shirt off, brushing his teeth and taking him to his room, I took off his shoes and socks because he wanted to nap.
When his feet were exposed I looked at them, ready to help him get in bed, and I saw something that…
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