My mom and dad have both trusted me with their health for the last 10 yrs and for the last 5 yrs, I have accompanied them on all of their medical appointments (made the appts, ordered the car, etc), managed their meds, etc. Any given week could be 2-4 appts. This is the hardest part - my father trusted me and I feel in the end, I betrayed his trust by giving up so quickly and choosing hospice. I fought for his care when he broke his hip in June and was there everyday in the hospital post op. Then had to fight even harder for his care when he went to rehab - he was there 6 weeks before he got the mrsa infection - I was there daily and also had to fight for his care and mostly do lots of the heavy lifting ie taking him to bathroom, giving him haircuts, etc. But then he got so sick and I felt lost. When he was finally rushed to the hospital after lingering 9 days in the rehab, he was just so sick and I was continuing to fight for his care but when they mentioned he would have to go back for 6- 8 weeks in rehab with a temporary feeding tube, urinary catheter, bedsore, picc line for antibiotics, etc - I just gave up out of fear that he would suffer to much in order to possibly get better. I feel I needed to give him more time. I was just too afraid. Everyday I seem to meet someone who has a parent in their 90s (my dad was 89) and they tell me stories of how they are bedridden but being cared for at home by a son or daughter. It leaves me feeling broken that could have been my dad.