A discouraging word

Dad's progress is slipping. I was there for a couple of hours today, but even though he saw me for a minute or two, I doubt he remembers I was there. He was quite lethargic when awake, and awake very little. He didn't seem like his rash had gotten any worse, but then again, when someone appears to be sleeping, rather than struggling to communicate, it's hard to know what's going on inside.

It's quite discouraging at the moment.