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dr_pretentiousMy brother-in-law Zach will be headed for hospice as soon as a bed opens up for him. As bad as that is, it could have been worse. What we all feared most was that the new tumor in his heart would take him while he was at home, and his kids would be the ones to find him. Whatever comes next won't be good, but at least it won't be that. Amazing what you can find to be grateful for when things really suck.
He's often disoriented now, sometimes hallucinating. His doctors think it'll be less than a week. It could be any minute. His closest kin are on their way--may they get there in time. He has finally accepted that he needs to tell my sister what his wishes are for funeral arrangements--may they get through that process with grace. May the best possible thing happen, whatever it may be.
(Oh, fuck cancer.)
He's asked for prayers from all willing parties. This is probably the last time.
He's often disoriented now, sometimes hallucinating. His doctors think it'll be less than a week. It could be any minute. His closest kin are on their way--may they get there in time. He has finally accepted that he needs to tell my sister what his wishes are for funeral arrangements--may they get through that process with grace. May the best possible thing happen, whatever it may be.
(Oh, fuck cancer.)
He's asked for prayers from all willing parties. This is probably the last time.
