I feel like I’m seeing an onslaught of anticipatory grief. After 2 solid years of treatments that didn’t last, I’m watching her slowly decline. Hope remains , but no longer for cure, just buying time in a clinical trial. Many family members have withdrawn, sensing the inevitable, and leaving me with 24/7 role.

My Christian friends all commend my efforts while offering HnPs while on the way to their next outing.

I wonder if it’s even possible to avoid being consumed by the process. We are mid 60s so the foreshadowing of my own decline is hard to ignore. Is there are choice for the caregiver to set limits and try and maintain some portion of a normal life? What have others chosen?