Elvis is back, and it's not a good thing. He suffered a severe complication of the disease we thought we had treated and required emergency surgery. The prognosis looks pretty grim. Though I'm not on surgery, I found out about what had happened, and I went by to see the family. There wasn't anything I could do but give Scarlett and their daughter a hug and tell them I'd be praying for them and him.
I was impressed that when I said I was very sorry to see him back in the hospital, Elvis' response was "well these things happen, and the L-rd has a plan, I know." Stirring faith in someone denied the debatable blessing of unconsciousness as the end approaches.