The Old Man has cancer.  And it ain’t looking real good.

He has been in the hospital now for 22 days.  Last night, my brother had him sign some paper work that explicitly expresses his wishes for medical treatment, should be become really sick.  A couple weeks ago, The Auteur and I were asked to be witnesses when a patient across the hall had to fill out the same paperwork.

What goes around comes round, I guess.