It’s been 479 days since Jimmy Carter entered hospice care at his home in Plains, Georgia.
Although the former president’s family initially believed he would only live a few days, Carter, at 99 years old, has defied the odds.
“God had other plans,” Jason Carter, 48, said.
Jason, the oldest of the Jimmy and Rosalynn’s 22 grandchildren, recently shared an update with Southern Living on the health of the 39th president.
According to the oldest grandchild, there’s “really been no change” in the last few months.
After nearly 16 months under hospice care, the last seven without his wife of 77 years, Carter is “experiencing the world as best he can as he continues through this process.”
“After 77 years of marriage… I just think none of us really understand what it’s like for him right now,” Jason said.. “We have to embrace that fact, that there’s things about the spirit that you just can’t understand.”
While family continue to visit the former president at his home in Plains, they find it difficult to predict what kind of day Carter will have.
More often than not, Carter spends his days sleeping.
However, a few weeks ago Jason visited his grandfather and the two watched an Atlanta Braves game and talked about the Carter Center and their family.
“I told him, I said: ‘Pawpaw, you know, when people ask me how you’re doing I say, ‘honestly I don’t know,’” Jason remembered. “And he kind of smiled and he said ‘I don’t know, myself.’”
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My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday
My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushes Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to my husband Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. In the beginning, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It all began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, stopping to show me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say, his eyes glimmering with admiration. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You know, you’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening as we were getting ready for bed. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. I saw every flaw, every imperfection. My confidence, once a source of pride, dwindled to nothing.
But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started like any other but with a hint of excitement that birthdays often bring. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of vibrant flowers, their scent filling the room with a sweetness that felt almost out of place.
“Happy birthday, Nikkie,” Jack said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He handed me an envelope, his smile wide and proud. “Open it.”
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