He is on Hospice. Not IN hospice. But hospice is now coming to his apartment and trying to help him out with meds and checking in on him.
He is falling more. His memory is real bad. His eyesight and hearing are going. He still drives (although that may not be the case soon) - he even went to a movie last night. We talk every day. Talking to him and seeing him, one would not even remotely think he's so sick.
But the Hospice nurse told me he has about a month. Dave thinks maybe a month or two left. Several people who have knowledge of brain cancer say when the time comes, it will be a very fast process.
I became his Medical Power of Attorney today. We signed the papers in front of a notary and his friend Wes is the alternate.
Dave still acts like Dave, just slower and a bit confused. He is ready to try experimental drugs on his brain cancer. As he told me today, "Of course I want to try - cancer has killed too many people."
We wont know til next week if that option is even an option.
I have no worries at the moment. I feel he is in God's hands. And those ON Earth have prepared to help him. He even got baptized last Sunday. He has been attending church with Wes and Wes' family.
To know the end is near is not something I can comprehend for him, though. I can't begin to imagine what he's gong through - to know and be aware you are dying, how does one handle that?? I'd personally want to spend my last days somehow fishing while drunk or drugged up - doing something outdoors yet trying to alter my mind so I didn't think about what was about to happen to me.
I admire Dave's strength. He's become my best friend over the last two years. He's been so strong for so long.
One of my friends, Courtney told me, "I am very sorry to hear this about Dave. But you know what....Dave got to experience something a lot of people may never experience. He had an angel on Earth looking out for him......you are truly wonderful for everything that you do for people. Your heart is very beautiful."
Her words made me cry. Deeply. But, I am just blessed to even be in a position to be able to help Dave. That's how I look at it.
What started out as simply raising money for him, has led to where we are today: I'm his voice for when he can't speak; I'm his advocate; I'm his friend. Everything happens for a reason and I sure do love that this has worked out for Dave to have help/support from Wes, me, nurses, doctors, etc.
As weird as it sounds, I feel experienced and ready. I did this for my Dad, for my Mom, and now Dave. I know for a fact had I not been there for my parents and been through all that comes with death, I wouldn't be ready for what is about to come and for the decisions I'm about to have to make for Dave.
But, I am prepared. Dave is prepared. God is ready, too.
