My husband was suppose to have surgery today to remove the cancerous bicep, but he found another tumor. He started Hospice last Friday. This whole week has been a whirlwind with Hospice workers coming and going and the phone ringing off the hook. I’m exhausted from not sleeping, wondering if I’m going to wake up to a deceased husband. I want my life back! Yesterday he had a really rough day, where it was hard to make sense out of what he was saying. He’s a little better today, but snapping at me. I don’t recognize this man looking back at me half the time.