After an entire year of dad suffering, enduring day long transfusions, only to be followed by a day or two of sleep, followed by a day or two more, dad and mom made the decision to go to Anmed (formerly Anderson Memorial Hospital), where all three boys had been born, where mom had been on more than one occasion, and that dad had visited 7 years prior.

He was out of options.

Too old for a bone marrow transplant.

The transfusions and the chemotherapy weren’t working.

Death wasn’t imminent (according to mom), but she wanted to let me know that I should probably visit soon.

I did.