Why is that just when you think life is coming together something comes along to knock you down a flight of stairs (because just one would not have been enough)?
The man who is the closest thing I have to a grandfather, my maternal uncle (he’s 15 years older then my mom) has lost the will to fight. He’s had severe diabetes for as long as i can remember, but he was just diagnosed with end stage COPD and that diagnosis has affected him more than I’ve ever seen before. His body isn't quite ready to give out yet. But his mind is. So all we can do now is make him comfortable because he’s done and is refusing all medicine. This something that could take days, months or even years.
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