Hellish day

I went by to visit my friend that I usually see every Wednesday.  He was extremely weak.  I had brought him a couple cheeseburgers from McDonalds.  I had hoped that my visit and some junk food would provide a spark.  

He is 62 years old and dying.  He said he wanted to call the ambulance to be taken to the hospital but needed to pack a few things first.  So I packed, and he talked.  Several times, he admitted that he was afraid to die.  He had thought he had come to terms with his mortality, but he was wrong.  He had had a wort on his finger that was frozen a couple times and now is totally healed.  Maybe someone is waiting to do the same for his COPD.  He could then breathe and do things he likes to do such as photography and playing with his dog.  Maybe this isn't the end of the end.  Maybe it just the start of a turn around?  Could that be?   

By the late afternoon, the ambulance was called.  The fire department showed up first.  Made sure he was stable.  When the ambulance arrived, he wanted me to take a picture for my Blip today.  If he can't take pictures, he can at least direct the taking of images.  

I suspect that he will spend a couple days in the hospital.  Then be released back to his dirty,, dark, lonely house until the next episode.