Down Hill
Mood:
sad
Dad is really out of it. Alex has booked a flight home from Iraq and will be here Monday night. For the first time, we are
only focusing on making Dad as comfortable as possible. The only thing we can hope for now is a miracle. Science and medicine have failed us.
Dad is hardly on any medication right now. We may give him some morphine soon... just to make sure that he is not in any pain.
In all honesty, I was hoping that this website would be different from the other ones that I found. The sites I found were all about people that ended up dying from Glioblastoma. When I was researching this horrible disease, I thought that I could start the first site that documented the complete process of getting diagnosed all the way to a complete remission. I wanted Dad to be a success story so badly... and tell the world about it!
I thought that maybe Dad could perform public speaking engagements so he could tell people (in his cool stereophonic voice) about how he beat the odds.
But, maybe it's just time to say goodbye.
Dad told me recently that he's not afraid of death, but that he still has a lot left to learn. That made me feel better for some reason. I think that if Dad could read what I've written here today he would say 'Is this goin' somewhere?'
Bill Beaton really is the greatest. Truly one of a kind. He always wants to get to the point and not waste time. Go Go Go. Stick to a plan, never miss a good opportunity to keep your mouth shut, and keep moving. See everything. Try everything.
Alex and I are notorious for wasting time. Dad calls it "playing grab-ass". He says that Alex and I are a very competitive grab-ass team. Geez, I love that freakin' guy. The reason I'm telling you this is because, knowing Bill Beaton, he wants to get the show on the road and quit playing grab-ass... and I don't blame him.
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