Ok so hear me out. I know my Patreon is meant for medical necessities but this was important.
Tom is dying slowly of lung cancer and that’s our goal - to slow his death. He lost 80lb, and at 7 feet, he looks like a skeleton. Still, we treat him as long as he feels ok.
Tom is dying slowly of lung cancer and that’s our goal - to slow his death. He lost 80lb, and at 7 feet, he looks like a skeleton. Still, we treat him as long as he feels ok.
He lives at a homeless shelter and likes to visit me randomly at the clinic, even when it’s not a treatment day. “My Blima,” he calls me.
Today he came for chemo and we chatted. He fretted over an additional 4lb lost, but his eyes lit up as he recounted a good day last week:
Today he came for chemo and we chatted. He fretted over an additional 4lb lost, but his eyes lit up as he recounted a good day last week:
“My brother came up from Alabama and took me to Applebees. Blima I ate a whole rack of ribs, mashed potatoes, broccoli and chocolate cake. I enjoyed it so much.
I don’t like the frozen dinners I usually get for meals.
So, this was a treat.”
I told him I was happy for him.
I don’t like the frozen dinners I usually get for meals.
So, this was a treat.”
I told him I was happy for him.
Then he promptly drew the blanket over his head to sleep through his chemo, and I snuck out to get him a few little gifts which I left for him to find.
Then he woke up.
Then he woke up.
“My Blima!!!” he called throughout the chemo room.
His face was split into a grin and he had tears in his eyes.
I hugged his bony frame.
“I’m gonna eat well this month My Blima. Thank you.”
But I’m just the steward with funding given to me by my patrons, so thank YOU.
His face was split into a grin and he had tears in his eyes.
I hugged his bony frame.
“I’m gonna eat well this month My Blima. Thank you.”
But I’m just the steward with funding given to me by my patrons, so thank YOU.
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