So I flew home to Atlanta this morning at 6am because I'm a daddy's girl and he WILL NOT be sick for long periods of time without me here. He was in the hospital for a week and was released Monday night. We (the fabulous four) went to see the oncologist today. To save you from all the sad details, let's just say that this might have been the last doctor visit. Hospice is coming to the house in the morning to begin at-home care. Bob sleeps most of the day and is on various medications to help with the problems he has due to a failing liver. He has stopped reading emails as he can no longer read them or stay awake long enough to read them. He isn't really in the mood for visitors, as one could expect. But please know that we as a family receive all of your kind words and emails and they fill us with joy to know that our father (her husband) is loved by so many people. Hopefully the hospice nurses will be able to get him back to functioning a little more normally. And trust me, if that does happen...you all will be the first to know. Okay...maybe not the first, but you get my drift.
Right now, I'm sitting in the living room and he is asleep in his recliner. He has the blanket that I gave him for Christmas covering him (it has 30 photos of the family on it) and he is snoring. The rest of the Keegans in this house are about to have a drink!