Ed died about half an hour ago. His daughter and ex-wife were out discussing the memorial service. But the nurse was with him, and he's breathing just basically got slower and softer and finally just stopped. Mom thinks he wouldn't have wanted to burden them with his death moments anyhow.

The service will likely be in two weeks.

Cheers, Eddie.

Looks like Eddie is on his final legs. He was hospitalized on Thursday. Well the hospice care at the hospital anyhow. He can no longer speak. They don't know about his eyesight, but they think he can still hear. Mom thinks it will only be a couple days more.

So, with Ed. The adult care facility Ed moved into on Friday looks like it's going to work out well. He can stay until the end. They've already ordered all the equipment he might need (respirator, ex-large wheelchair). They already had a long bed for him, as the one there was too short for him. The doctor even gave him a prescription for smoke ( Read more... )

Because it's getting a little nuts ( Read more... )

Well, turns out cousin Ed does want treatment for his brain tumor. Only there isn't anything more they are willing to do. Basically the doctor told them to find a good nursing home for the duration ( Read more... )

My's cousin Ed is hospitalized. His brain tumor is back for the third time. Seems it's having a ball in that great big void from the previous surgeries. Lots of space to grow ( Read more... )

Mom called. Her cousin Ed is a granddad. His youngest daughter Natalie had her baby. Six pounds. Little guy had his cord wrapped around his neck, so he'll be spending the night in hospital. Nat lives somewhere in Great Britain. She had the baby at home. They haven't named him yet ( Read more... )

I'm over at Mom's washing clothes. Her cousin Ed just called. He had and MRI today, and tragically, his brain tumor is back. It's the size of popcorn ( Read more... )

So my mom's cousin sent her an email the other day. The one with brain cancer. Seems his doctor never gave him any real info about his glioblastoma. The doctor didn't tell him the prognosis. The mortality rate. Anything. So Eddie is pissed. Reallllly pissed. I don't blame him. At least at Mayo, everyone has gone out of their way to give me the ( Read more... )