I am so low I can not think straight, skinny, and feel so lost. Help. I know I am grieving. But the witnessing of this demise is so not natural as I have never experienced this before. I am taking good care of him, and I hope I am in store for the same care from my loved ones. So far - fear is there because the tenderness that I am giving, I am getting less rest, less intimacy with hubby, less time with my only son. I am only 105 lbs and look like a pencil. My mind races all the time (when, what time, what do I do...), can not go anywhere if so, rush home, check his breathing... I feel so desperate for something that I just can not seem to grasp to hold onto. Has any caregivers felt this way, or are experiencing this as I express my call for Tender Help.?