With no decision about what type of cancer it is, Pawpaw's doc gave him three options.
1) Chemotherapy, which would probably leave Pawpaw in worse shape than he is now.
2) Radiation, which would have to happen daily, so Pawpaw would spend all his time at the hospital from her on.
3) Pain management and he gets to spend his days at home with his family.
... I'm sure yall can guess what Pawpaw decided. Margo got a bed from the hospital and set Pawpaw up in their living room. There is room for her to have a bed in the livingroom too, so she is handy. Hospice has been sending nurses to take Pawpaw's bloodpressure and check all his stats. They are on call. Hospice upgraded Pawpaw to a much nicer hospital bed. We were in Garland on Saturday when the new bed was delivered; so Dave, Mike and Jimmy helped unload the moving truck. We saw Karen, John (Deer), Mike, Karolyn and Caitlyn. Baby Allan said "Pawpaw" for the first time, in front of Pawpaw. They both smiled.
Jimmy, the kids and I attened a kid from church's birthday party at 10am in Lewisville on Saturday. The kids had a blast. Originally just Dave and Jimmy were gonna go to Garland Saturday afternoon. But since our family was already in Lewisville (and my plans with church ladies fell through), it made sense not to back track to Denton to drop us off. We saw Steven, Fumie and Allan while we were in town too. By the way, Steven turned 30 this last week (He's single ladies!! :D ).
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My favorite pair of fat pants got a hole in the middle of the butt AND a lady from church just gave me a whole rubbermaid container full of clothes that are 1 size too small. -Maybe my closet is trying to tell me something?
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