SHYIT

[kyburg]

Well, we're not going to get out of this month unscathed again.

Mom just called. My uncle, the last of the males of his generation, has been hospitalized and diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. I'd give him a span of months - likely, weeks.

And no, I'm not surprised at all. He's not been well for at least a year that I know of - he's just been too much of a turdbucket to do anything about it.

Oh, I'm not bitter or anything. But it's all in character - and I had the scenario pegged some time ago.

You can't be mad at a dog for being a dog.

But this is going to get messy, quick. And protecting my mother from the fallout is going to take some serious tap dancing. Good thing I never put away my shoes.

*rolls eyes* GHAD FSCKING AUGUST.

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[mdlbear]

My sympathy. That's what got my Dad. Damn.

My best advice is to get him the heck out of the hospital and into a good hospice. At least they'll keep him comfortable and let him go out with dignity. A hospital is a good place to go when you're sick, but the worst place possible when you're dying.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

Ah, you hit the nail on the head. It's taken all hands and the cook to get him into the hospital. Y'see, the old fart only likes one doctor - and he was on vacation, and when he did get in to see him, he was only a GP with no hospital privileges. But he admitted him - and now we have something to blame the piss-poor health he's been in for months.

Did I mention this is my rabidly neo-con uncle who I had to protect my mother from last fall? My sibs won't allow her alone with him anymore - I had to chaperone her last visit to them - he's that much of a turdbucket.