Mr. Jim's not doing well at all. He's in the hospital still, recuperating from his broken pelvis, and now he's got to stay another five weeks due to his cancers getting worse. I'll spare the details, but suffice it to say they don't think he'll live long enough to get discharged.
It's a sad and pathetic thing. Mr. Jim's got the mind of a young man but his body is betraying him. He's 87 and has lived an incredible life. Joined the Army during World War II, earned a Purple Heart for being wounded at (but surviving!) the Battle of the Bulge, married, raised a severely mentally handicapped son, sold tires for Michelin until his retirement, cared for his wife until she died from Alzheimer's, cared for his son until his death due to his disability and now is living on his own with three types of cancer, which he's had for six years. All this and he still mows his own lawn and drives his own car.
Steve and I visited him tonight and he's barely recognizable. He's having surgery tomorrow to help deal with some blood clots. Please pray that God will ease his pain. I'll admit I'm a little selfish: he's the closest thing I've got to a grandpa and it's so hard to watch him suffer.
Through all of this, he's never hesitated to tell anyone who will listen about how God has blessed him...