Whirlwind of days

Sunday was a good day, Bob's brother visited and Bob walked from the bed to the bedroom door.
Monday came, and Bob wasn't even able to stand up for the physical therapist.
Monday night he spent the night coughing and in pain from coughing.  He'd start to cough and I would put pressure on the small of his back to alleviate the pain.
Tuesday morning, I couldn't wake him very easily, and wanted to have a nurse see him because of the coughing.  He had a fever, and pnuemonia, and was put on antibiotics because the coughing was causing him so much pain.  Dean, Bob's brother came Tuesday evening to stay the night, as I needed the sleep.  The hospice nurse came again that evening to make sure everything was okay and to change the morphine cartridge.  Bob woke up in excrutiating pain twice during the night, so we had a hospice nurse that day to increase the meds.  He had never woken up with so much pain as that night.  Very scary.  So with the increase in morphine, he's babbling again, which can be very hard to take.  I'll go in there and chat with him for a while, but need a break.
A friend dropped off a book today, written by hospice personnel about Near Death Awareness and communicatio with people who are dying.  I am devouring the book. 
Must go do other things.
One day at a time.  One precious moment at a time.  Thank you Lord.
Karen