Henry wasn't eating much, and was losing weight, but he seemed to feel pretty good in November. We took this time as a gift, again, making as many memories as we could.
We went to Astoria. He still wore that fireman shirt every day.
Henry started walking less and less. I carried him almost everywhere.
Seaside Carousel.
We decorated our Christmas tree Thanksgiving morning.
Went to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving.
Holiday Express Train ride.
While he had good days, or good hours, Henry's body was growing weak. He wouldn't eat, and sometimes not drink. Sometimes, when your body is dying, it tells your brain not to eat. That's what happened to Henry... he just didn't want to eat. He got morphine for pain, and Ativan to keep him happy. Sometimes, when he had the right dose of drugs, he would eat a little bit. One time, all he wanted to eat was marshmallows from Lucky Charm cereal. Another time, he just wanted to drink purple Gatorade. Whatever he wanted, we tried to get for him.
Henry would walk to the fridge and grab the drugs he wanted. At some point, his PICC line came out, so we switched from IV meds to liquid he drank.
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