Friday evening, I got home from work, and my sister said mom really needs to go back to the hospital. I said to Diane she will die. I cannot do it. Again, we have been to every doctor under the planet, and nobody could figure out what was going on with her. We had an appointment Monday for the Neurologist. Mom looked at me and said I cannot do it. I am so tired of going to these doctors and nobody knows what’s going on. I said OK mom. That is when I called Hospice. They came on Monday.