Lainy...I found it!! Did your husband take methadone? When hospice first came, they started him on it. Within 2 days, he was having "visions/dreams". He said 25 people came and talked with him (from the other side). I thought this was a sign he was getting close to the end, because according to what I have read, he had all of the other signs, including the picking and then the burst of energy...wow!! that was 3 weeks ago. My sister came in, they took him off of methadone, and the visions stopped. They were just giving him morphine, but then pain got worse, so they put him on lower dose of methadone, w/morphine for breakthrough pain. He hasn't had the hallucinations again, but does "drift" in and out of reality occasionally. My poor father just wants to die, but for some reason won't. He told my uncle 6 months ago, he thought he had cancer, and like I say, he started with those fevers a couple of years ago. He had lesions on his liver last year, but was told not to worry about it...so I think he's pretty far along. So, his pain is controlled, but he feels like s--t. He mostly complains of discomfort in his abdoman region, he burps when he drinks, low appetite, sleeps alot. I am not scared, but SAD and feel so helpless. The family is taking turns taking care of him and my mom (because he used to take care of her, before he got so ill), and I have this Fri-Mon., and I can't wait to see him. I know these last memories are important, but I also miss my old dad, and it is so difficult to see him this way. My brother (who is there this Mon -Fri) said hospice has called someone to come aid with bathing. When I was there last week, he was bathing on his own...I don't know what to expect. We have also had so many other issues come up, since my dad got diagnosed...my long lost brother, who we all haven't seen in 25 yrs.!! showed up (very strange. Luckily, my dad was so relieved to see him, he started crying. The care of my mom after my dad passes has been a trouble area for the sibs. It's so hard going to his house, because his shop is filled with his tools and things he's made, this house he built with his own hands...and I know it's all fixing to be over...just like that. Man, am I ever sad. I have talked with a therapist...grief advise, medicine (which I don't want to take), because I want to grieve. I live very far from my mom and dad, and have an iffy car, a business here with my husband. I feel I am flinging apart, because of the stress. I know my siblings feel the same, and my mom doesn't say much, because I think she is in shock. She would never consent to getting "help", although I think she should, because she has so many decisions to make, etc. I try to stay upbeat, and even if you don't read or respond to this, I feel better. In fact, "journaling" is one of the things my shrink suggested. Thanks for listening.