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It's going to be time to see someone who I love in life and who is sick, this will likely be their last thanksgiving. This person was the nicest to me, out of all my friends of their sort. I feel pitiful for not being able to do more. I'm reading Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, and this part made me feel....just terrible, awful weight. Ever since I found out this person was sick, and not getting better, and still not getting better, and still not getting better, I have felt like...out of it. This is a person who others lean on and who is not very old. They should not be checking out, but they are. I don't know what to do.
This is a person who will likely end up in hospice care, that's basically where they keep you comfortable at home and wait for you to die. And it's a choice. It's basically saying, "end all treatments, I'm done, let it eat me, let me die".