Near the End

 Here I am sitting at the Hospice Home with my dad.   He called me Friday morning asking me to pick him up and take him in.  We have been here ever since.  This is not the first time he had to come here, however, i doubt this time he will be going home.  He has lost the mobility of legs, lost being able to control urination, etc.  all in the matter of 2 days.  2 days ago he could use the restroom, get around by himself, feed himself, change his own clothes, etc.  Now he cannot to do any of that.  His legs are like jello.  He is deteriorating fast.  I am scared as hell. I asked the nurses how much longer they think he has.  They won’t give me an estimate.  They said it could be tomorrow, it could be in a day or two, it could be weeks.  He is not eating.  His meals consist of ice chips or broth.  When he "eats", it is only a couple of bites/sips.  He doesn’t look like himself.  I do not know what to do about work.  I do not want to go back to work and get the devastating news at work.  I have 2 weeks of work that I can miss.  If I start taking my time off now and he is still here in two weeks, I won’t have any time to take off after he passes.  I am a wreck.