The kid I mentioned last time has had a heavy back hand he cannot handle. He has bled into his cisterns and gone into decerebrate posturinng. I debated going to see him but mostly I cannot handle the two of them. His brother is there with him, and no matter how much he feels he is distraught, he is standing there beside as his strength and support.
It is rather easy to say that with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, this had to happen. But when you actually come down to reality, it is as distant a thing that everybody hopes for. For a 17 year old life to end just like that, it increases the odds for all the older people like us who go on living from day to day as to what we are doing with our lives.
He should not suffer. P is distraught, and I caught her in a rare glimpse of appearance at a dinner hosted by one of the companies yesterday. She is still caught in that non-medical hope of a miracle that would save him this time as well and he would wake up. I don't. Rather than he survive and become a vegetable with festering bed sores and unattended, he should go holding that dignity and panache he has always carried and for which I loved him and his brother.
God bless him.
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