Wash had a REAL bad day yesterday and memory wise a shit week. He has moments where he knows who he is/the cancer et all, but most of it seems to be a 27 year old turning about 6.
He doesn't remember Sept 11th. He remembers something happened in NY/the towers are gone, but the event itself he cannot recall. [We're watching a mix of OLD Simpsons lately and some shows from the late 2000s [2006+]] He forgets names every day, even the Hospice folks he sees weekly now. He's not even writing anymore, he'll read a little, play with LEGOS and toys and rest/sleep. This, on top of his confusing Aelphie this week for his old (dead) cat, Max.
A lot of the time, it's hard for him to speak clearly, especially when he gets more excited.
I don't bring things up with him anymore when I notice this, just file it away. I think he doesn't notice, I have to hope he doesn't notice losing himself every single day.
I'm still hoping he'll be feeling well enough to see Brave this weekend. Maybe.
Watching him die hurts. I'm thankful he's mentally mostly gone though.
So, that's where I'm at.
I wake up every few hours to see if he's breathing. I don't aim to do it, but I'll just WAKE and have to check.