I got the word tonight that My BIL is going down hill fast. We can expect to "get" that call any time now to go to a funeral. I hate these death watches. Two weeks ago we went to visit with him and had a pleasant visit. I am grateful we got in that visit before this down turn. He came down with pneumonia and decided not to treat it because he does not want to delay the inevitable. He is a very brave man because this means much more pain and discomfort. I'm not sure at this point I could even do this knowing how hard it must be to breath now for him. Jimmie has shown great emotional strength even though his one weakness is that he has not liked the pain part of all of his cancer. His wife will attest to ths as well. Other than not being a good Joe about that, he has been a real trouper about abut every thing else, even down to the nor being able to eat part.

My father, on the other hand, was the opposite way. He made me want to kill him because of his whining and poor me act. I wanted to give him sympathy, but found it hard to. One thing I learned from Jimmie, you don't have to be scared, burden your loved ones, or feel sorry for your yourself. Life is too precious to waste your time doing those things in the first place. Take those last days an enjoy them with your love ones in happiness. That's what he and Nancy did as I saw them two weekends ago. They were enjoying each others presence even though it wasn't what they would have wanted it o be like, but they were together, and every moment counted. It made me look at my husband in a whole new light. As we drove home I held my husband's hand and didn't want to let go.