He’s not doing so well. He has a swollen prostate which is blocking his bladder. He needs surgery on that. He can’t walk. They aren’t sure why. He’s gone from being independent to practically totally dependent on others.
Frankly guys, I’m falling apart and scared to visit. We are supposed to go Sunday, but I don’t want to cry and upset him. Talking to him on the phone is one thing and I struggle to keep it together then.
Fact is, eventually, I’m going to be alone. Pop will eventually pass from this pancreatic cancer. He is the one stable, always kind family member. Then, after he goes, Nanny will fall apart. Then, she too will pass. My mom has already passed. My dad is M. I. A. I’m not sure if he’s dead or on a bender.
All this to say, yall… I’m hurting. We are hurting. Please pray for Pop, my family, David, and me.
I’m sorry this is so down. I needed to get it off my chest. I appreciate you guys.