This scarecrow is me, taken about 5 minutes ago. I’ve had to be admitted urgently to the hospice, and that required my doctors to be as persuasive as possible while I argued to avoid this fate. However, I was not doing well at home, and I couldn’t walk more than a few steps, I wasn’t eating a lot and struggled to breathe; made worse trying to find a spot that was comfortable for me to sit without aggravating the sore on my back. The room is private, fairly large and I’m in the bed. I felt bad leaving Don; he barely had time to register that I was going before the transport guys were wheeling me out on a stretcher. Jerry is very annoyed and wouldn’t stop barking… but anyway, they got me here, installed me, and I’m ok. The staff have all been very kind and helpful, and they seem very committed to ensuring that I’m well cared for. We hope that a few days of rest and food on demand will make a difference to my recovery. Meanwhile, though, I’m in ro...