Kenny was so much worse yesterday that I called Larry home from the mountains. By the time he arrived, I was so drained, I fell asleep and completely forgot about all you bloggers who were waiting with bated breath, I am sure.
Yesterday was not a good day. Papa has begun to show evidence of that ominous chest rattle that you hear about when death approaches. He awakened me early Sunday morning (by way of the monitor) with this awful chocking sound. I stumbled into his room and realized immediately what was happening. He remained in a semi-comatose state almost the entire day. He became semi-lucid long enough to berate me for not letting him hold the water jug. At the time I was giving him water through a syringe and had emptied it. He would not let me refill it. He wanted to keep "pouring" it in his mouth. I was so delighted that he awoke enough to fuss at me. He has had no food or drink other than precious little water for three days now. He is putting out little urine and is producing more and more mucus as the day goes on. We have no other recourse than to finally admit that Kenny is dying. I do not think he can survive many more hours, certainly no more than a day. I will update tonight after the doctor has been here. The nurses and aides all agree that this is truly the beginning of the end. Keep Larry and Kenny in your prayers. Pray that Jesus will meet Papa soon and lead him home...in peace.
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