I don't feel much like writing, but I need to clarify. My dad is still alive , his body cannot make it's own blood. He has been surviving on weekly transfusions for 6 months He had his last one on Monday. His doctors, my mother, me and my dad's sister got together at his request two days ago and he said he'd had enought, it was time to stop treatment, go home and die. I spend my days talking to him and waiting with him for the Angel of death. He has at most two weeks, at worst one. At the end, we have paid all accounts to each other in full and thus with that out of the way, we can just be friends. So we wait, together.