As I sit down to write my posts I struggle with what to say. He isn't doing good. He doesn't understand what is going on. I write this often.
The conversations I have with Spencer are mainly him telling me he is a waste and is sick of life. Me telling him he is my everything and that he is priceless. I write about this often too.
Spencer sleeps a lot. He gets up to use the bathroom, eat or to take his meds. We got him to the porch yesterday. :)
He slept most of today. Not just resting but out cold type sleep.
The last couple of days have been harder for him. He isn't talking very much. If he does talk its just to say he doesn't understand. I don't know what else to tell you.
Calli is tired. I am tired. Spencer is tired.
Here are a couple of pictures from the last couple of days.