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(this entry is cross-posted from my mindsay)
il est non moins d'un homme maintenant
the title of this entry was from the top of my head, from the 2 years of french i took almost 4 years ago...still fresh as ever.
to be frank, the title reads in english "he is no less of a man now".
as i have posted previously, my uncle is very sick.
he has lesions in his brain. the largest is about the size of a small orange, about 3cm diameter and the next largest is about 2cm in diameter.
we talked with his doctors yesterday. all i could hear coming from dr. bravo's mouth was "death death death". he's dying. my heart is finally resigning to this fact.
for years, he's been living with (and definitely not dying from) the HIV...but not now. now, he is not himself.
my uncle is normally the sweetest, most caring man you'd ever meet. despite his afflictions, he's still wonderful.
i couldn't help but think to myself as i stood there, that this man sitting before me in the office chair is not my uncle. this man, who is excited about the size of the mass on his frontal lobe...this man with the affected personality...this man is not my uncle.
he is on anti-seizure medication now. he had a miniature stroke on his left side and it is now quite a task for him to hold anything with that hand (much less a chocolate milk carton). he can't drink anything but because a weaker consistency is difficult to swallow.
he's dying. my heart knows he's dying. if i hold on any longer, i will break. i don't want to give up hope that his doctors will be able to help him...but for how much longer can they guarantee his life? he's in pain...i know he is...it's in his eyes.
he has violent mood swings now, he's mean now. he's like a little boy now.
this is not my uncle. this is some cruel joke. this man, this boy...
and still, he is no less of a man to me.
-nqm
il est non moins d'un homme maintenant
the title of this entry was from the top of my head, from the 2 years of french i took almost 4 years ago...still fresh as ever.
to be frank, the title reads in english "he is no less of a man now".
as i have posted previously, my uncle is very sick.
he has lesions in his brain. the largest is about the size of a small orange, about 3cm diameter and the next largest is about 2cm in diameter.
we talked with his doctors yesterday. all i could hear coming from dr. bravo's mouth was "death death death". he's dying. my heart is finally resigning to this fact.
for years, he's been living with (and definitely not dying from) the HIV...but not now. now, he is not himself.
my uncle is normally the sweetest, most caring man you'd ever meet. despite his afflictions, he's still wonderful.
i couldn't help but think to myself as i stood there, that this man sitting before me in the office chair is not my uncle. this man, who is excited about the size of the mass on his frontal lobe...this man with the affected personality...this man is not my uncle.
he is on anti-seizure medication now. he had a miniature stroke on his left side and it is now quite a task for him to hold anything with that hand (much less a chocolate milk carton). he can't drink anything but because a weaker consistency is difficult to swallow.
he's dying. my heart knows he's dying. if i hold on any longer, i will break. i don't want to give up hope that his doctors will be able to help him...but for how much longer can they guarantee his life? he's in pain...i know he is...it's in his eyes.
he has violent mood swings now, he's mean now. he's like a little boy now.
this is not my uncle. this is some cruel joke. this man, this boy...
and still, he is no less of a man to me.
-nqm
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