1:23 p.m., Saturday the 6th
I am now in Utah, and have been here since Thursday afternoon. I have visited my father twice, and will visit him again today. He was doing better yesterday than the day before, but in general he's in pretty bad shape. My youngest sister visited him (along with me and my older brother) yesterday, and after the visit she said, "In the last week or two since I last saw him, he has aged fifteen years." She got pretty emotional at the end of the visit.
He has been super glad to see me, even when he was so sick he couldn't talk. I was only going to visit him one time, but considering how bad he's doing, I went along with his wife's suggestion that I visit him every day while I am here. Current estimates are that he has between three weeks and two months to live. So it's probably good I flew out here as soon as reasonably possible. He has pneumonia right now, and I can't tell whether he'll recover from that. He is on oxygen and has a feeding tube. The cancer has really changed things for him.
Really, the whole trip so far has been more pleasant than I was anticipating. My only complaint is that I miss Rainee, and that I can't be there for her. I can't tell her where I am, why I am here, or when I'll get back. I only hope she doesn't think I left because she did anything wrong, she is a totally wonderful cat and I love her dearly.
There are sores on my legs and feet where they were itching, it looks worse than it feels. Most of the itching is gone, and what little there still is, I try not to scratch it so I can heal.