The good news about this (as hard as it is to believe that there could be good news) is that my superhero sister came home to help take care of him.
In fact, she came in through BWI (the airport close to me) last Wednesday and I drove her up last Friday.
In between we took her to National Gallery, her favorite museum!
"Try some," she said, "it's really good."
It had "pulp," which is literally translated as "small slug like bits of aloe that bump into your lips when you try to drink it."
Amazingly, I did not actually leave her at the gas station.
Anyway, there is more good news. We were starting to think my dad needed to be transferred to hospice, and instead he ended up in the hospital again where they found his sudden inability to walk and debilitating pain may turn out to be less cancer and Parkinson's and more an impinged nerve.
They can fix that! But I'd be super grateful for prayers!