She is 88. Yes, she is tired of living. And I understand that. But....
When she had her pacemaker put in a bazillion years ago, she had the procedure done and afterwards laid in the bed not moving. She was terrified to move because it might wreck the pacemaker. The lady in the bed next to her had the same thing done and was up and moving around the same day. That's when this crap started. The time she was in the hospital and asked Paul to take the cap off her Chapstick (!) is the day I marched to the nurses station and told them to get her out of bed. For every day you lay in bed doing nothing is 2-3 days of rehab. You do the math. The nurse was fabulous. He marched into her room and ripped her a good one...in a very nice, no-nonsense way. She doesn't push herself at all. Yesterday Paul was buttering her bread. Which is another annoyance. #1 -- do it yourself. #2 -- she is on a very strict diet with no dairy. Butter is a dairy last I checked. No wondering she feels horrible a lot of the time. She cheats on her diet.
Paul has a brother. His wife is a saint. He does very little. She does it all.