Oh Ink, sorry to hear about your cousin Steve,
So I'll play a bit of devils advocate for the doctors, Cancer is not some thing that is ever grounded in reality. My life seems so totally foreign to me now. It is so absolutely all consuming, almost to the point of being unbelievable. The old guy caught an infection last week, which is devastating to some one with leukemia and no immune system, so we spend a week trying to beat that back with antibiotics and transfusion, so he can start chemo again because he can't get a transplant with active leukemia. There is simply no "reality" there. I sit there pleading with the doctors to do any thing and every thing because I just dropped off my 18 year old at the University of Cincinnati and there is no way I can destroy his entire world by showing up at his dorm telling him he has to come home.
As much as I'd like to think I'm making good decisions, the reality is the entire time, with every fiber of my soul, every thing I am is screaming "do whatever you have to do, whatever measures you need to take" I simply cannot even remotely imagine an existence without the old guy.
WD In the interest of full disclosure, let me say that my opinion is strickly based on pure emotion and a bunch of cliche's.
Add on!!