I need a reason.

He has Multiple Myeloma (A blood cancer which eats up your bone and damage your organs- that's what he knows about his disease) with poorly controlled Diabetes (high blood sugar level) complicated by Ischaemic Heart Disease, Cerebrovascular Disease, Peripheral Vascular Disease. He had 2 bilateral leg amputations which one was above knee and the other was below knee due to the complication of Diabetes. Not long from now, he's gonna be on dialysis because of chronic renal impairment contributed by both Multiple Myeloma and Diabetes. His heart function is failing due to significant coronary artery disease and Aortic Valve Replacement Surgery to which he happily asked me to listen to the clicking of his heart valves.

He told me what he was gonna do when he is about to die.

To which I replied with a silent nod.

It pains me when he talks about death with a happy-smiley-worry-free-face.

It pains me when he told me all the pains and aches that he is going through.

It pains me when I see the tear at the corner of his eye throughout the entire conversation.

" Take care " was the only thing I could say when I left his bed.

Besides being able to talk and eat, help is needed to move about, dress, shower and going to toilet. This was his answer when I asked what he normally does in the nursing home :

" Nothing..."

Give me a reason to keep him going.

To which I hope I could.