Life keeps happening. And things that happen aren't always good.
His brain must be kept cold, but his body cannot handle the cold.
He kept shivering. It was hard to watch.
I debated whether or not to take a photo. What kind of sicko would photograph her uncle in this state?
I snapped this one shot. Just one. I looked at my LCD monitor. The image was so stark, even on a 2.5-inch screen. That was enough. I put my camera away and sat quietly for awhile, contemplating whether I should wake him up.
Lucky for me, my aunt arrived, and we chatted for awhile and caught up on each other's lives. She saved me from having to talk extensively to my uncle. He drifts in and out of sleep and can hear and understand, but he can't respond. I felt relieved that he could listen to us sharing our latest news without my actually speaking directly to him.
I'm not good with stuff like this.
This photo really proves the old cliche. Nothing I could write would come close to what I saw and felt for the hour I spent with my uncle today.
I hope he gets better soon. My cousin is getting married next year. He has to be there.