That’s about all I have to say, at the moment. He had a stroke late this afternoon, a type of stroke the neurologist tells us is fatal 97 percent of the time.
He’s 800 miles away from me, so I can’t be with him, but my sister is there. The four of us siblings agreed not to keep him on a ventilator, but it won’t be removed until tomorrow morning, since some of the team has gone home.
I’m mostly numb. The bits of me that aren’t numb feel confused.