My mother was moved to hospice care this week so I'm taking my family to see her this afternoon. It's a tight schedule because my wife is teaching a class at the art center, my younger son is helping make breakfast for the girls here for a volleyball tournament, and my older son has to be back by 7pm for the opening at the art gallery. I'm worried about my mother and stressed about the timing. Yet I almost feel like not going because when I rang her to say that I would be there today she thought I was my brother, so if I weren't to show up it'd be on him ... except that I don't know how much longer she'll be with us and I want my boys to see her again. The statistics surrounding longevity in hospice suggest less than 20 days. I don't know that she'll make it to Thanksgiving, which is likely the next opportunity my boys will have to see her given their academic and extracurricular demands.