Subject: October 2, 2015 at 9;30 a.m. From: Ernst Meyer Date: Fri, 02 Oct 2015 09:35:48 -0400 To: Anne_Bingham , "McPhedran, Peter" , townsendfarm BCC: ernstmeyer@earthlink.net, Cyndy Behrman , Marion Namenwirth , Niels Holger Nielsen , Bernd Strangfeld October 2, 2015 at 9:15 a.m. Margaret is still sleeping fitfully, as she has been all night, and in fact most of the past two days. Yesterday she drank, by her standards, copiously, 3 (8 oz) cups of whole milk and one cup of cranberry juice, - but would eat almost nothing, three teaspoons of yogurt, two teaspoons of 2% cottage cheese, half of a small thin slice of ham. Her occasional complaints are difficult to interpret. She says plaintively "my feet", but stops mentioning her feet after I reposition them. She consistently extracts her arms from under the blankets and seems not to mind the chilliness of the ambient air. It's 62 degrees this morning. Remarkably, when I take her hand she flinches and cries out as if in pain. Should I stop? I try to learn to accept the hopelessness of the situation.