Jim’s white blood count was dangerously low so he was back in the hospital again. This time he was having what the oncologist called last ditch chemo. He was in the hospital at the time his sister’s remains were brought back from Florida to her home town for burial.
Jim’s nephew came down from Wisconsin for the funeral and afterwards he made a special trip to come by the hospital and see Jim. His nephew and Jim were very close and Mike had a way of joking with Jim that boosted his spirits even while he was so ill. Mike had tried to persuade Jim’s sister’s family to come by the hospital to see Jim. It would have taken them about 1 hour’s drive out of the way. They chose not to and Jim couldn’t understand why. Neither could I, to tell the truth, and it still bothers me some.
Jim ended up being in the hospital on Halloween. There hadn’t been one major holiday that was normal for us those two years.
One of Jim’s nurses brought her children by in costume to cheer him up. This meant so much! To me, especially, Jim was too sick to enjoy the visit.