Thanks again for all of the condolences, friends!

I must admit that all of the grief is knocking me off balance, mood-wise. I'm trying to stay level. Been taking Ativan a lot to curb agitation and anxiety and also for sleep. Six hundred milligrams Seroquel is not quite enough right now. Where I used to have likely called my old US psychiatrist and one in Brno, during such a time, I have no desire to contact my new one. If my moods worsen, I will.

I talked to my brother this morning and his situation is looking very grim. @Aurelius710, yes he is indeed "between the devil and the deep blue sea". He's a little bit in denial about the possibility ahead. I suppose I'm glad. His current psychosis and all of the morphine they give him add to that denial. He is trying to refuse an important MRI. Truth is, it will likely show a very depressing truth. They delayed trying to give it yesterday when they learned our father was dying. The cancer may have spread to his brain, as well as being in many other places. We fear he will not make it home. My sister and I are obviously in our own type of agony, trying to be strong. What happened to my family? So many gone. We were a small enough family as it was.

We WILL finally move to our new home this Friday. Will! So I did some more packing. As usual, I'm not too far done. Hubby, on the other hand, seems to have barely started. I did all of the kitchen pantry packing, and my clothes, save three days worth. Only really the fridge and freezer stuff is left, which I'll obviously do last minute. Then there is unpacking. Blank walls, at first. Everything in boxes. Feeling strange in a new place.