This is what the patient's significant other told me while we were waiting for the patient to finish in the toilet.

"And he wondered, why in all of his coming back and forth in this country, he had not seen me sooner. And now, look at us, battling against time. And we’re losing it. But I wanna fight it, we want to fight it. TOGETHER. But I see him getting weaker day by day and I could not do anything except cry when I think he’s asleep on his hospital bed."

It's so bittersweet. :(