I just got home from taking my uncle into his chemo appointment.
When we were talking to the doctor, my uncle, wasn't certain that he wanted to try it anymore at all. He was really, really in a freak out state.
Having experienced enough of those myself, I can understand him being in a freak out state. He seemed as though he wanted to bolt from there and not ever come back. Since he's in a wheel chair and dependent on me for transportation he stayed.
I'm afraid that this is the next chapter in "The Beginning of the End", where he just slowly starts to drift into a medicated world completely.
Tonight, I hope I can have the Bishop go with me to visit him and give him a blessing and speak words of comfort to him.
I don't feel sad, I just feel peaceful and comforted knowing that I'm doing the right thing for him.
Despite my uncle's shortcomings, he is a good decent man.
I pray that I will have the strength and humility to have the Holy Ghost with me so that I may be able to administer to him.
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