Guess I won't be a stock speculator
We've hit a plateau. Friday night I thought was it, but no, we're here at the same place. Breathing has gotten progessively worse (lots of fluid) but the heart's still strong and regular and keeping things going. This afternoon we all got out of the house for a while, as we'd been together for the longest since, well, before I got out of high school.
Occasionally I feel bad for wishing he'd just let go, but mostly I want it to end for his comfort and so we can start moving on. This constant waiting is (has) gotten old already. You don't want to go anywhere for fear of not being here, but while here you can't concentrate for more than a few minutes. Mostly we've been playing a lot of games and trying to laugh at the absurdities.
More later when I get a chance. Thanks for the wishes!