He was diagnosed with Meniere's a sometime between 2002 and 2004.
My mom died in late 2005, and when she was buried up there in early 2006, he had a stroke tending to her grave. From that, he lost a lot of his speaking abilities.
Last year, when I talked to him, his speech was pretty good, but his comprehension was slowed.
Today, he went into the hospital again because he couldn't speak other than yes/no. The Dr's found a brain tumor where he had his stroke before. We're not sure if the one masked the other, or if it's coincidence.
Either way, this is aparently anticipated to be a fast growing tumor. He doesn't want surgery because prognosis is poor. It's likely he'll get hospice care at home until he passes.
SOMEWHERE there's a picture of me napping in a wheelbarrow when I was 8 and visiting up there for a week.
Aunt Rita has dialysis tomorrow, and this whole thing is going to be really hard for her to coordinate. Luckily, other Busse's and Johnston's live nearby. My aunt LuAnn will probably drive down and visit this weekend. I'm pondering taking the boys up there with us since they've met Ralph and Rita before.