The Wicked Witch Has Left The Building

First off I have to tell you that right now Walt is having a massage, so lets not feel to sorry for him.  Really, it helps him so much.  Lots of tight muscles get some relief.
About two hours after I wrote the last blog on Sunday everything in our life changed.  Walt was so pathetic.  Weak, couldn't (wouldn't) eat.  He went in his recliner and slept the afternoon away.  The day was so emotional seeing him try so hard just to walk.  I did a lot of thinking and praying and then I talked to my dad. He said things like "He's fooled the doctors for a lot of years.  You've had a good long life together, etc."  I started reasoning on the fact that we are trying to help him with this wonderful protocol that I truly believe has saved a lot of lives, but it can't be doing much for Walt because he can't do half of it.  He was doing no juicing because he just didn't have room for it after everything else. I needed to face the fact that he has so much more going on than just the cancer that we didn't find out about in a very timely manner.  Bad lungs, bad heart, diabetes.  He has fought a long hard battle all through his life.  Every time I would give him his mineral drink he would say, "That a chocolate milkshake?"  So.............I checked on him.  Still in his chair, slumped over and mouth open sleeping like a baby.  I got in the car and drove to Dairy Queen.  (This is where you say "Yea!!!!)  I bought him a chocolate shake and a hamburger.  He's still asleep when I get home so I set it on his table and the smell must have gotten to him because he woke up immediately.  I told him it was a message.  The message was that I wanted him to do what would make him happy.  When he took a sip of the milkshake I told him that was my answer.  We talked a lot, cried a lot, even laughed a lot, but in the end he has decided that he just wants to eat what he wants and let everything else take its course.  The next morning he had his poached eggs (he gets stuck on something he really likes), and hash browns with sausage gravy.  He has made many requests since then and I have managed to accommodate them.  Food has always been such a huge part of our life and it makes Walt a very happy guy.  He actually seems to have more life in him.  We are still doing some things to keep the pain under control. So far still no drugs.
So I will keep everyone posted as to how things are going, but just know that at this time Walt has a big smile on his face and he just told me he could use another chocolate shake.  Thankfully Amanda is here and now she is on her way to Dairy Queen.
Oh, the wicked witch was me trying to get Walt to down all of the nasty stuff.  The old me is back and I'm already thinking about what I can bake.
Thanks again, and love to all.