From Worse to Horrible

Saturday before last we found Cousin unconscious. Called 911. His liver was super failing because he hadn't been taking his medication for at least two weeks. (I wanted to jump down his throat when he told us that.) He was unconscious until Tuesday. He woke up Tuesday afternoon, on Thursday doctors removed his colon, they found metastasized colon cancer, and now he can no longer get a liver transplant. He is now terminal.

The past week and a half has been a lot of driving up to the transplant center an hour away. He was originally taken to the hospital five blocks from my house, but then quickly transferred there to be with his doctors. He spent most of the time in the ICU. 

Living close a hospital means that we hear a lot of rushing by ambulances and fire trucks. Before they were just there, then after last week it was a relief that they weren't coming to my house, but now I feel a sense of dread for the future 911 calls that will be made. 

Meaning, that yet again I have not been painting. We have been spending nights up at the hospital and most of the day. Yesterday I finally had some time to sit down and finish the gray kitten. I will post that soon. My stress level has reached all types of new levels. Lack of sleep mixed with crazy life means that I crash hard at random times during the day. 

He is still in the hospital, and may be getting out this weekend? We shall see.