Since the doctors haven't found anything else to blame for Mom's decline, they've attributed it to the post-polio syndrome (which they should), and Mom's decided to have home hospice.
So, no more trips to the ER, no more of Mom's never-ending struggle to adapt. Dad was in home hospice as well, and I recall many trips to the grocery to buy him whatever he wanted to eat. My last run was for Jalapeño Bologna; Mom was getting him Tapioca Pudding when he died.
Sad. I don't know how long it will be. I do know Mom even cried today, and Mom never cries. I was physically dragged down the hall by a nurses assistant to sit in the lounge and talk to her boyfriend for a while because she felt I was spending too much time in Mom's room, crying.
ANYway. See? And you made all those encouraging comments. Don't feel bad.