They had administered what they said was one last chemo shot, and he had a horrible reaction AGAIN. Suddenly, I was surrounded by people telling me "this is it". I called my daughter to come from Virginia, but she couldn't get an early flight, and it's a 10 hour drive. They told me she wouldn't make it in time, so they were precious in setting up 'face-time', and she got to talk to him and see him.
They moved him to in-hospital-hospice, and he hung in there quietly all evening, on a bi-pap mask, so that we couldn't understand him when he wanted to speak to a few visiting family members. When they left, he and I dozed off for about 3 hours, and then my daughter and her family arrived, around 4 a.m.
|Our daughter, Kelley, and her papa|
The LORD knows his timing, not the doctors, and we are so thankful. He's had good hours, and more mellow hours, but was able to smile and participate in picture-taking with the grandkids yesterday ! Oh, how we praise God for these days !
Our son-in-love, Tim, and James
|Our grandchildren, Seth, Zoe, their pawpaw, and Tim, jr.|