Originally Posted by Lone_Wolfe
I made it here early evening. The flight was so painful I could eat my whole bottle of Dilaudid if I let myself. Having my chemo yesterday didn't help that, and the rough secong flight made my chest scream even worse. I think it thinks I got shot again or something. Not that it matters, I'm sitting beside Jeff here in his hospice room. He's slipping away fast, but they're doing everything they can to make him comfortable. These nurses are really caring people, I'm so thnakful for them.
If Jeff was able, I think he would be doing this: