I hate this, I hate seeing him like this. He cant walk nor barely even sit up, I have to lift him up and into the wheelchair and all. He’s lost control of his bladder, he’s barely eating or drinking. He’s in pain which he does have pain killers to ease the pain and sleeping pills to help him sleep. But it still sucks, we can barely even understand him now. I rather he is at peace then him suffering. He said Sunday that his mom was at the door and yesterday there were four men in the room (we believe it’s his 4 dead brothers) and that they were trying to take him with him. Today he told my mom that he didn’t want to leave her but she told him its ok to let go and be at peace than to be suffering. I just pray for his suffering to be over with and him to be at peace and finally back home with his mother