He's often disoriented now, sometimes hallucinating. His doctors think it'll be less than a week. It could be any minute. His closest kin are on their way--may they get there in time. He has finally accepted that he needs to tell my sister what his wishes are for funeral arrangements--may they get through that process with grace. May the best possible thing happen, whatever it may be.
(Oh, fuck cancer.)
He's asked for prayers from all willing parties. This is probably the last time.