Michael lost another 3 pounds this week, even though he tried very hard to eat as much as he could. So we have stopped treatment and he will come home with me.
We don't know how much time he has left, but it isn't a lot. He's so weak he can't climb the stairs by himself anymore. He won't have to do that at my house.
This is not a journey any parent should have to take, but I will be there with him, and we will manage to find joy in each day.
We laughed at a bumper sticker on the way out of the Duke parking garage: What would Scooby Doo? We'll watch Star Trek and Monty Python and Mel Brooks, maybe some George Carlin and Lewis Black. We'll eat good chocolate and we'll pray for peace and comfort.
I won't fall apart because he's still with me. There will be time for grief later.
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