Ohhhh. My. 7 yrs ago. This picture gets me every time. His foot is in his puke bucket. It was with us for way too long. We ended up burning it, crushing it and burying it after his first treatment. He wasn’t diagnosed with hydrocephalus or cancer yet. Misdiagnosed and dying. He was drowning in his own fluid and we didn’t know. Soon. Soon he would be saved by one of his now two neurosurgeons! He barely walked because he was dizzy and that chair helped his buttock pain a little bit. What a hell we’ve lived in but thankfully, we’re still in it. 💙💙💙💙
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