Plans changed.

His cancer is terminal. Months to live. Chemo might extend that a little bit, but it's up to him if he wants to. He'll need to be in better shape than he currently is, for that, so it may not be a real option.

Hospice or home care are next aspects to consider. So much to decide and prepare for...and once again it looks like my sister and I will pay for the funeral, like we did for our mother. Maybe cremation and then internment of his ashes next to her grave.

I'm heading back to San Antonio on Wednesday. Used up the last of my points for a one-way plane trip and 3 nights of a hotel. No car. I think I'll stick to Uber.

After that, we'll do what needs to be done. If I return through Austin, I have points enough left on Jet Blue, if I'm careful...so we'll see.

As noted, it wasn't an unexpected prognosis. He looked bad and the fact they'd already wondered about the cancer's spread indicated this. Still the family is shook up.

Me? I'm ten years older than him so it seems wrong. But then I never smoked. Never drank much. Never thought about it for health matters; just...didn't...

Anyway, this means no writing, for now. Life has decided to toss a blanket over Dair's Window...because all I want to do is write or draw something vicious, erotic, and violent...which will be difficult to work up, at the moment.

But we'll see what happens at 2am in a hospital room.