She was tested yesterday. All okay there. We thought she would come back to us, at least somewhat, but that has not happened and it's been almost a week now. She wants to go home and cries herself to sleep after "just wanting to walk" the halls at our home. We have decided. She is on the dreaded list. Whenever a bed becomes available, she will moving to her new home. My sister reminded me of something that I said a while back, that she should stay at home as long as she enjoyed it. Well, now she does not enjoy it. I will make enjoy the remaining time in my home with her, baking and showering her with attention. We (myself, brother and sister) simply cannot provide for her as she should be provided for. I cried over this decision, but as soon as it was actually made, I immediately felt the load lighten. Now, I know the light at the end of tunnel is there, and I know we can continue with our care-giving until the light is at our feet. Thanks, and love to you all out there.