Today my uncle, who has already be inundated with medical issues, losing his foot, kidney failure, etc, went in for a routine medical thing. And then in the middle of the procedure his heart stopped. They got it working again, but he’s in a coma.
A fucking coma.
And they don’t think he’s ever going to come out out it.
And he’s good as dead.
And I feel like shit because I never visited him once he went to the nursing home. I was asked to go stay with him at my aunt’s (his sister’s) house one weekend, to take care of him while she was out of town, and I tried to think of every excuse to get out of it. And then when she ended up not going out of town, I felt so lucky because I didn’t have to take care of Butch.
And now, I’ll never get to see him ever again.
I’m a horrible shitty person.
