It has been a LONG journey with my dad to say the least. He has been an alcoholic for 15 plus years and has survived MANY near death/alcohol related accidents. His last drink was June 1 and his health has declined greatly over the past few months. (It's been declining but this is way worse) It's like watching someone die... Literally. He is 63 looks and moves like a 93 yr old. June and July was full of doctors visits, specialists, 911 calls, hospital stays, back and forth home & hospital, and A LOT of emotion. He is the most stubborn person and every time insisted on going home even though he was in no condition. (He lives alone). In July he was told hospice is his only option. He declined. Went home, fell, broke his ribs, went to a rehabilitation center and discharged himself against medical advice (can't tell you how many times he's done this). So 2 weeks ago today he called me asking me to call 911. He insisted they take him to a different hospital for a second opinion. He's been in there since. He is no longer producing any urine and they said dialysis is needed. I'm surprised at this bc the last hospital said dialysis isn't even an option. Without dialysis at this stage he would live 1-3 weeks. With it, a few months. After having a big meeting he said he wants to try it. So here we go... Now I have to find him somewhere to live. This is the longest saddest journey ever. It is watching a man deteriorate. Not to mention the hepatic encephalopathy! This has been by far the worst. The forgetting, the mood swings, the anger, the insults, the agitation, I could go on! He just said no one is ever here for me. When I've been nothing but there for 4 mos daily. I manage his health, his home, his bills, his life. I've given up my own life and I don't know how much longer I can... All for a man who chose this. So sad. I'd wish this on no one.