today my terminally ill husband is being moved to our local hospice and I am so scared. He has deteriorated rapidly over the last few weeks and on Tuesday he lost all strength in his legs. He has already lost the use of his right arm completely and has been walking with a frame for the last 2 weeks. He has agreed to go in as he recognises that I need some respite as I am exhausted but I don't mind everything I do and we have been having some great support, but I must admit that I am exhausted. I am just SO scared that he will not come home again. All I seem to do is cry , as I am doing now,! I only lost my beloved father 11 months ago and sometimes I just wonder how much more I can cope with.  This journey is incredibly lonely and scary and everyday seems to throw up another issue. We just take one day at a time and every night I go to bed and think we have survived another day. But today will be yet another challenge.......