Well.... just.... damn
Surreal is an understatement. My brother has been dealing with some surprise, sudden health issues that came upon him recently. At first things were looking like they'd settle down, and that he'd pull through. But here lately his doctor has been giving him a steadily worsening prognosis. So here I was tonight, in the middle of tucking my kids in, on the phone with their dying uncle. If things don't improve (read: find a suitable live liver donor), and quickly, he simply won't make it much past Thanksgiving. Of this year.
So he and I are on the phone, making a wishlist in the event of worse-case scenario, of how I should make sure that his kids and my kids become familiar with each other as they all grow up. Not that he's assigning me the task, mind you. I'd do it, just because its the right thing to do. I want the kids to all grow up knowing each other. But holy handbaskets, Batman.... that's just a weird topic for a Monday night.
If the hepatic specialist that he's dealing with ever gets his head out of his ass, hopefully I'll be able to get myself evaluated as a potential donor candidate. My fingers are crossed.
I've carried too damn many coffins already.
So he and I are on the phone, making a wishlist in the event of worse-case scenario, of how I should make sure that his kids and my kids become familiar with each other as they all grow up. Not that he's assigning me the task, mind you. I'd do it, just because its the right thing to do. I want the kids to all grow up knowing each other. But holy handbaskets, Batman.... that's just a weird topic for a Monday night.
If the hepatic specialist that he's dealing with ever gets his head out of his ass, hopefully I'll be able to get myself evaluated as a potential donor candidate. My fingers are crossed.
I've carried too damn many coffins already.