So, FIL.

[nwhiker]

Ugh. Just... ugh.

So the nutshell situation. One metastasis, on the brain, pretty big. To be treated with radiation, I guess, a very short intense series of closely spaced sessions.

The problem.

There is already some aphasia. At this point, but dh and FIL's cousin, S, think that it's speech related, not cognitive.

When we first found out, I was all for shipping dh down there asap, but MIL and dh were against. My feeling -and I'm the outer circle here, not inner, so I didn't push beyond my initial suggestion- is that someone needs to be there NOW to figure how bad it is, and see what needs to be done.

There is no family left in Albuquerque. Dh's bff from childhood still lives next door with his family, and they've been great with helping FIL.

The problem is the stupid dog. Who, to be honest, should have been euthanized a long while ago, but FIL is unable to make that decision, it seems. I know I sound bitchy, but it's just one more piece of shit my SIL has left for someone else to clean up -often literally- and the dog is having a seriously detrimental effect on how to manage the next few months.

Here are the various constraints:

-- FIL can't leave the dog. When he does, she poops all over the place, and/or in her crate, and usually ends up with diarrhea.

-- The dog is too old and frail to make the trip up here, either in a car or on a plane.

-- There is only so much time dh can spend down there, right?

-- FIL's mom died just a few years ago and his house is packed with her stuff, he hasn't finished dealing with that.

I have said that if worse comes to worse, we can have the dog here. I hate the idea -I loathe dogs- but you know, there are more important things that my comfort when it comes to this. But getting her up here is a problem, right? My other suggestion is to get down there, persuade him to move up -bring the damn dog- and just call in freaking movers, move all the crap up to storage up here. He can go through it up here as well as down there, in whatever time he has left, and it removes the "well, I have to clear out the house first" contingency. I'm all about removing contingencies.

I found flights for dh if he needed to get out ASAP.

OK. He's on the phone with his dad. FIL just said "I don't feel like I can get on the roof anymore." JFC. He shouldn't be on the roof anyhow. Rolling my eyes.

Also, fucking doctors down there. GENOTYPE THAT FUCKING TUMOUR. We've been asking since the initial diagnosis, after the biopsy and they keep on going la la la la la and not fucking DOING it. UGH.

OK. I'm just worried. I wish we could get him to move up here, with or without the dog.