DC went to his last chemo appt on 1/30/25 but was cancelled. They rushed him 1 unit of RBC instead. PET scan was lit, it’s all through his body now. Doctor said there is nothing more they can do for him. Recommended hospice and, through tears, DC agreed. He is comfortable, clean, and safe. He’s bedridden 98% of the time. He drinks protein shakes, eats tangerines and PB&J sandwiches. Seems his taste is slowly returning after all the chemo, which is good because now he “wants to” eat instead of “have to” eat, although not much at a time, but we’ll take what we can get. Hospice has been amazing. His vitals are normal and he no longer has HBP. Probably from the weight loss. He is 6’2” and so incredibly thin. Hospice wants to get him a hospital bed but he refused at this time. Mentally, I don’t think he is ready for that. Makes it too real. We watched the Super Bowl yesterday together and he was talking about next years teams…at least he is thinking of other things and not the inevitable. I think he leaves that part up to me.
I’ll keep in touch.