Dad should be out Monday or Tuesday. His surgeon is very pleased with results.

Dad goes from high to low - one minute being thankful to be alive and the next saying he doesn't want to live, having a bag of shit that needs changing by someone for the rest of his life and would rather die.

My brother is obsessive that someone has to be with Dad every waking moment. He loses his mind if I leave - which I did today as Dad told me to (it was a gorgeous day).

I feel so guilty that my brother is carrying this alone pretty well and when I mention I have 2 jobs and a husband, he gets all huffy. I hate having unrest but one again with all that my life contains, it's too much.

I will be thankful when he is home but this is such an emotional rollercoaster