I took my uncle to his chemo therapy appointment today.
He was fairly tired and forgetful today.
When he was weighed, his weight was down to 117. He's about 5'7" or so, which means he's not a healthy weight at all.
The oncologist had indicated that he's very concerned about him, and that he wanted to give my uncle a month without chemo, so that he could try and recover from the broken hip.
What stuck out to me was that he said that he was hungry, but when we stopped at a Wendy's for lunch, he could barely eat half a hamburger.
I almost broke into tears watching him, as this was a guy who was fully functional a few weeks ago, barely be able to eat now, nor show any interest in eating more.
In the past, if he could finish a sandwich, he'd wrap it up and take it with him, rather than waste it.
Today, he didn't do it.
It's sad...
I'm not necessarily depressed, but I am sad.
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