So, I share my house with my brother Gene, who is 5 years younger - I am the oldest. I now have COPD. He was a cab driver until a month ago when he fell at work. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance, but they were busy and kicked him out after just a few hours with no treatment. After almost two weeks of him lying around at home I sent him back to the hospital. He has two problems. First, esophageal cancer. They found this while tracking his nausea. Second, some sort of neuropathy, where he is no unable to walk as he cannot feel his feet and legs or control them. He has been there for over a month. He called me last week all mumbly, and reported that he had had surgery on the cancer. But he was seriously blasted on pain meds at the time. I was able to talk with him in a non-mumbly state, and his care team, yesterday. They did not do cancer surgery, just the biopsies. They are transferring him to assisted living on Friday, where he will stay for an indeterminate period of time, while they send him to chemo, radiation, and physical therapy for his walking issues. So, at this point I don't know if he will ever be coming home or whether I will ever see him again. I am currently homebound.
Anyways, I don't even know how to wrap my brain around this at the moment, though I kind of knew it was coming. I've already lost two brothers and my sister, and have only one brother left - Joe, the youngest, who lives in Nashville. Whatever happens with Gene, it looks like I will be giving up my house and all my stuff minus what will fit in a one bedroom senior living apartment in Waco, where my kids and grandkids live. So my life is shrinking in more ways than one. Much is uncertain and I have no idea how it will be next year. This is somewhat disconcerting. Life seems pretty shaky right now. I have to focus on one day at a time and just put one foot in front of the other.