I am on vacation this week, but when i get back we can talk. As you know towards the end with my fathers issues, he was bed ridden and could not walk. I had to carry him from the bed to the living room until we got a hospital bed for him. So, the mental part of that was like, this is my father and total sucks that he can not move on his own, but everything was done out of love for him. The difference with my father was we knew his condition was short term and we knew what the result was going to be. I sat at his bed side lifting his legs up, just helping to give my father hope that the cancer tumor would shrink with his treatment and he would be able to walk. I was on the emotional roller coaster. This was the man that was always active, working in the yard, and washing cleaning cars. Some of my experience is almost the same, but the difference is we knew my dad was terminal and we did what we could for those 3 months. I am not sure how I would be able to deal with that longer term. On on hand, saying "well at least he is alive" only goes so far when everybody's life will be changed.