Last week Cousin was given six months to live. Yesterday they gave him weeks, as in he most likely will not make it to February. His brother is here from California, his sister is here from Colorado, and today they want to move all of his stuff out of our place. Brother in Lehi doesn't want Cousin to pass away in the house he is currently house sitting, and since a medical bed would not be able to make it up the three flights to our door, not to mention the narrow nature of said stairs, forget about whether or not Cousin could make it up the stairs.... and well it looks like Cousin is going to a hospice center. I really don't want that, I want him home, but everything is so completely out of our hands now that we have little room to demand.
Cousin seems to like the idea of a hospice place, somewhere he can get 24/7 care from professionals. (sigh) Obviously on paper a hospice center seems right, but in my brain, I don't like it.
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