It feels like there’s a ticking bomb waiting, lurking. My brother has had cancer for the last couple of years, but his journey is coming to an end.
Given four months, he stretched it out to two and one half years. He had the time to fulfill most of all his bucket list. When it comes down to the wire, he doesn’t want to die on my sister’s birthday, or a few days later, his grandson’s birthday.
We anxiously await that call. Sleepless nights, depression, confusion, and all that comes with losing a loved one. What doesn’t help is, he is Arizona, and I am in Massachusetts.