Mom is declining faster than expected. I've switched her room in the house to one more accessible and put my son in her room. I've been waiting all day for hospice to deliver a hospital bed so she could come home tomorrow, and they haven't showed up and the transition coordinator says it may now be tomorrow. The neighbors had a party, husband wants to go, doesn't have any sense of propriety or compassion. I'm trying to think ahead of whether to keep my son in mom's old room, cuz I don't know if he wants to sleep in the room she died in. He says I shouldn't be giving him a choice (husband wants to put a pool table in her old room. Just now he calls me away from my frantic efforts to wrap up a few loose ends before she becomes unconscious and can sign things (POA for DMV, etc..she wanted husband to have her car, but if she doesn't sign it has to be probated) to look at a neighbor's truck he's coveting. All he thinks about is THINGS. I could just throttle him right now. I can't imagine how anything could be so cruel. He won't hardly hug me, won't try to comfort me, can't say a kind word, not even, I'm sorry I know it's hard and I'm here for you... he is irritable and angry that I'm bringing her home to die, and I'm a mess with no one to turn to.