I could tell by the phone calls, and the irritation in their voices, that my kids were fighting about who would come and get me from nursing home. It was Thanksgiving Day, and my daughter was hosting the family dinner. She called for the fourth time, to let me know that she'd be here in an hour, and I stopped her midsentence. "I'm really tired and not feeling all that well," I lied letting them all of the hook. The relief in her voice stabbed me, confirming what I already knew. I ate my slab of turkey and cold potatoes alone in my room, then fell asleep watching t.v.