Today I got a hysterical call from my older brother. Doctors told us my dad maybe has a few days left to live. We have all been waiting and knowing this was coming since March. He was diagnosed with late stage bladder cancer, a very aggressive form. He’s in his 80s and too weak for treatment. Monday he collapsed and ended up in the ICU with multiple severe infections. I drove 12 hours to be here with him and seeing him for the first time in 6 months, I nearly cried. He’s so skinny and weak and I just have never seen him like this before. I still can’t wrap my head around how these are the last days I’ll ever get to talk to him or see him again… it hurts so much.
