📅 Daily Check-in - September 4, 2026 💭 Reflection: "Just when I thought this journey couldn't get any tougher. Yesterday Mum & I had to make a heart wrenching decision. The decision was to pull all of Dad's heart meds. He was going to die through one of four possibilities: the rectal cancer with its secondaries, heart failure, COPD, and his circulation shutting off (arterial flow to his legs was very poor). What was the kindest way for him to die? IT certainly wasn't the rectal cancer and it's secondaries; we've seen evidence to that. The doctor said he could go at any time now and that we should spend as much time as possible with him. We haven't even told my siblings or the wider whanau (family) about this. We're just quietly absorbing it all in for the moment. At first when the Hospice Doctor hinted at this option, it threw me off track and my heart stopped for a beat. That was the last thing I was expecting - discussions around pain management yes, discussions around how he should die no. Once the initial shock passed, the observer that has grown in me, looked at Dad staring into space trying to hide the pain from Hospice and then at Mum, slowly wasting away with sheer exhaustion. I realised that agreeing to removing the heart meds was probably kindest on Dad and ultimately on Mum too especially as he's struggling to swallow the tablets now. So why does this feel so heavy? I've been preparing for this moment (well not quite this path) for a while now, since his diagnosis in February this year. Deep down this heavy feeling is because I feel as though I have issued the death warrant. I don't even think he's aware of what we've done - that's probably the hardest part to take in. So for now, we just take it day by day, waiting for the end to come." 📊 Wellbeing Scores: 😊 Happiness: 3/10 ⚡ Energy: 4/10 🎯 Focus: 4/10 😌 Calmness: 3/10 🌙 Sleep Quality: 4/10 🔥 Motivation: 4/10 ⭐ Average: 3.7/10 ✅ Activities from yesterday: 💧 Stayed Hydrated 🥗 Healthy Eating 🍺 No Alcohol