He went out around the yard for a little bit, but soon came back. He is quite breathless and that worries me too. He wanted to sit in his arm chair, but I had to get Karl to help as he was too weak to push himself up out of his wheelchair. I asked the palliative care nurse what would happen if he became too weak to be transferred before carers are sorted and she said he would probably have to go into cottage hospital in Helston. Oh, no, not that, please let him stay the same for a couple more weeks. Tam and Karl are off on holiday for a week on Saturday too, but at least my son and his wife aren't too far away.
I feel so very, very sad for him and it breaks my heart to watch him deteriorate bit by bit like this. If there is a God up there, he must have been having a very bad day when he thrust this awful disease on mankind.