Time is marching and she is slowly getting worse. She can still eat dinner with the family, but is getting much weaker. She's taking oxygen much more frequently. She seems to be confused a little easily, losing a bit of her short term memory, or both. The good news is that husband doesn't seem nearly a stressed and difficult to be with as he was previously. Maybe he's accepted what's coming? Duckie, I think, is feeling some grief fatigue: she's basically been mourning her grandmother's impending death since January. Me? I've been too busy to worry much, which I suppose is a good thing.