Undressing him and pouncing on James, my love of 28+ years would have been my first choice. Today, his pain was so bad that he had to lay on the floor to try and get dressed. His legs are weak and the tumor is pushing on his spine so the floor was the only way he could get into his pants and socks. I went over and started helping him as he moaned in pain. Even a month ago, he would not have allowed me to do this for him. Today, my gesture had as much love and reciprocal love in it as our old "pouncing" days. Sometimes, love changes the way it can be expressed.
Later on, his wheelchair arrived.