Got home and fosteronfilm received a call from his mom. She and his brother took his dad to the hospital; seems he wasn't doing well--couldn't breathe, had no energy, and no appetite. His GP (a doctor I've been underwhelmed with from what I've heard about him) told Matthew's mom that this was it; there was nothing else they could do and not to expect him to pull through this time. But one of his specialists--I'm not sure which one, lung or heart--seemed to think there was more to try. They put in a stint and a temporary (?) pacemaker, but my dad-in-law stopped being responsive while Mom-in-law was there. She had to go home, and after she left, he had some sort of crash that resulted in them putting him on a respirator. Dad-in-law has a living will that stipulates that he doesn't want to be left on a respirator, but it sounds like he doesn't have a DNR. Seems the hospital tried to contact Mom-in-law when he crashed to ask her what they should do, and when they couldn't reach her, they went ahead and put him on it.
All-in-all, the situation is exceedingly grim. fosteronfilm and I will be going up there probably either later today or tomorrow. We're both expecting this to be our farewell to his dad.
I'm a little more stoic than I thought I'd be right now. I haven't had a melt down like I did in March. I'd like to think it means that I'll be able to be the strength and support Matthew and his family will need at this time, but I suspect it's more likely that I'll just break down when I see my dad-in-law, as my track record on that front has been resoundingly unstalwart.
My dearest wish would be to never have to say goodbye to someone I love.