EXCELLENT! The irony. When you are dying of emphysema slowly, like my father, even with 25% of lung capacity, he will at least remember his meals. He can't remember who he talked to yesterday, because his brain is deprived of oxygen, nor can he hike anymore, but, Hell, he sure remembers what the pot roast was like that mom cooked last Sunday. Or when you are dying of lung cancer, like my uncle, you will be able to remember your last meal. After 4 months of chemo and radiation, he wouldn't even drink a South Africa beer that I brought back for him. But, I bet he remembered that red jello at the hospital. Great news.
EXCELLENT! The irony. When you are dying of emphysema slowly, like my father, even with 25% of lung capacity, he will at least remember his meals. He can't remember who he talked to yesterday, because his brain is deprived of oxygen, nor can he hike anymore, but, Hell, he sure remembers what the pot roast was like that mom cooked last Sunday. Or when you are dying of lung cancer, like my uncle, you will be able to remember your last meal. After 4 months of chemo and radiation, he wouldn't even drink a South Africa beer that I brought back for him. But, I bet he remembered that red jello at the hospital. Great news.
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