Eugene is Dale's oldest brother, and at 72 he's been in fairly good health. By that I mean mentally sharp and physically able to take care of himself. He has Parkinson's, diverticulosis, and diabetes - probably all of them due to a lifetime of overindulgence in alcohol - but none of them dibilitating.
Two months ago, he was hospitalized because he hadn't been drinking enough fluid, and he hadn't been able to afford his medications. Between hospital and recovery in the nursing home, he was away from home for a month. At 72, these things are major, and he had a hard time getting back on his feet; but they re-evaluated his medications, got him straightened out, and things were fine again.
I'll spare you the details, but he did something foolish two weeks ago for which he had to go to the emergency room, and after more evaluating and hemming and hawing around than was necessary, they decided they had to do a circumcision. Unhappy but fairly minor thing for a younger man. But his medications are all screwed up again. They took him off even the things that he absolutely needed, and so he's been off his feet for two weeks again. Weakened and unstable. He's fighting back, as he does.
His daughter's car is off the road, while she saves money to fix it. Dale is working 10 hours a day. It comes down to me to visit him, give his daughter rides, make sure he's getting what he needs.
And the story of my time for the third week in June.