By this time tomm. I will be on the plane headed home and Dad should be back home to finish his recovery and reflect on what he wishes to do with the time that remains. I was left alone with him in his hospital room and felt very strongly that I was to attempt to open dialog with him regarding his prognosis and his wishes for the future. I had hoped that we could have a heart to heart that might be helpful for him. I told him that one freeing thing that could come out of the difficult news he had received is that he was freed from having to fight and that that energy could now be spent doing whatever he wished. I encouraged him to reflect on what he wished to do with the time that remained and tried to help him understand that he faced an opportunity to embrace life in a way that only those with limited time can do.

I’m not sure if I was able to make a difference. And I understand that I may have been premature. He’s probably still in denial. But at least I tried to have a heartfelt conversation…

I am grateful to be going home tomm. I am numb, exhausted, dead. I will need to re-embrace life myself. This has been a difficult week and I feel it has cost me some of my own passion for life. I will get it back. But for now, I just want the comfort of my own home and those who love me, cherish me.

There will most likely have to be more time spent with Dad in the time he has left. But this leg of the journey is done.