Everyday is different nothing stays consistant feeling like a yo-yo. Yesterday my mom was happy today not so much. She is in congestive heart failure and today she told me she is just tired of the x-rays, blood work she said she is just tired of them messing with her. They have done quite a few chest x-rays lately and they have drawn alot of blood because her blood levels are low. Her veins are just blown so everytime they draw blood she bruises terribly and usually it takes a few trys before they get a vein. I told her it was up to her, but then I came back to work and thought what if this stuff they learn will give them things to do that will make her more comfortable. I have a call in to the head nurse to talk to her. I don't like making these decisions. She has a DNR and the head nurse and I have discussed not taking her to the hospital when she has chest pains which she is having alot now. She told the physical therapist who she has got quite attached to that she was dying. I think the dying part will not be near as hard as all this. I know that appreciate the good days and just suck it up and handle the bad ones. Be there for her, but it hurts and quite honestly I am scared of the unknown for her and me.