My father-in-law is in the hospital and they have stopped all treatment for the leukemia. Nothing is helping any more: not the weekly blood transfusions; not the chemo; nada. He can't swallow very well so his diet is pretty much liquids, ice cream and Jell-O.
I'm taking a couple of days off of work next week. My wife and I will be driving up to say our goodbyes some time this weekend.
I wish I could end on a hopeful or pithy or poignant note, but I got nuthin'.