Stopped at a Denny’s in Rock Springs on our way to tonight’s destination – Cheyenne, WY.
My husband’s brother was informed two days ago that the tumor in his brain is Glioblastoma. He was given the awful news of 1-3 months without chemo and radiation. With chemo and radiation, that death sentence can be stretched to 12-16 months. That piece of hope was then dashed immediately by the doctor, who said my brother-in-law is not strong enough to handle the chemo. That leaves… hospice.
My husband and I are going to see him and say our goodbyes. I don’t like goodbyes. The only comfort I find is knowing I will see him again someday.
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