4-6, not quite

4-6 weeks has become one week. My father's condition has gotten worse. His body is no longer needing much food or water. He can barely lift a cup to his mouth. Last Friday he was able to wobbly walk around. We were shocked when we learned today that we are much closer to then end than expected.
I'm hanging on the best I can. Trying to be strong. We all cry off and on. People in the apartment complex have been nice and brought food. It's tough.