Dad Update
I know my posts have been few over the past year. Mainly because I've been so caught up with Dad's cancer, Gran dying, handling school and work, other relatives who have cancer, etc.
My father has died. He passed away on the 28th of February, surrounded by loved ones, including me. Those last few days of his are something I would love to forget, because nobody should've had to suffer like that. The cancer had spread his bones beside his major organs, which is the worst and most painful kind of cancer you can get.
Believe me when I say, I pray to God or whatever higher power out there that none of you ever, ever have to hear someone scream in pain like that. Or go through that kind of labored painful breathing. It will haunt me until the day I die.
Yes, they had him in a medical induced coma...but even with all the meds..he would still wake up out of the coma whenever the nurses had to move him for examinations/washing up. That's how bad the pain was. I'm just thankful that for the last few hours, his breathing evened out and he was at peace. That was a saving grace.
It just happened so fast. Earlier that week he had been up and walking around, he even went to the bar with my mom. Granted, when my brother and I walked over to join them...we had to help him into the truck and then into the house..but he was fine. Until he fell that night. After that he was out on the front porch (Its enclosed and heated, more like a cabin themed sun room that we turned into his at home hospital room). Few days later, he tried to move...we had to call paramedics because he fell.
Screaming and such ensued that Thursday morning. By that night..Dad had slipped into an almost natural coma that he'd sorta come out of..but he wasn't really there. By Friday night we had to move him to Hospice and it was death watch shifts between us and relatives. He passed away on Monday the 28th around 5:30 am.
I'm still in shock 2 weeks later. Even after the funeral and getting his urn with his ashes, even after watching the life fade from his eyes...I keep expecting him to be around. And he's not. It hurts more than I can describe.
To all of you who have been supportive through this tough time, and have shown me nothing but kindness and love, I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart. Between you guys, my friends on Tumblr, and all the real life support, you have made this a bit easier for me to deal with and be strong.
My father has died. He passed away on the 28th of February, surrounded by loved ones, including me. Those last few days of his are something I would love to forget, because nobody should've had to suffer like that. The cancer had spread his bones beside his major organs, which is the worst and most painful kind of cancer you can get.
Believe me when I say, I pray to God or whatever higher power out there that none of you ever, ever have to hear someone scream in pain like that. Or go through that kind of labored painful breathing. It will haunt me until the day I die.
Yes, they had him in a medical induced coma...but even with all the meds..he would still wake up out of the coma whenever the nurses had to move him for examinations/washing up. That's how bad the pain was. I'm just thankful that for the last few hours, his breathing evened out and he was at peace. That was a saving grace.
It just happened so fast. Earlier that week he had been up and walking around, he even went to the bar with my mom. Granted, when my brother and I walked over to join them...we had to help him into the truck and then into the house..but he was fine. Until he fell that night. After that he was out on the front porch (Its enclosed and heated, more like a cabin themed sun room that we turned into his at home hospital room). Few days later, he tried to move...we had to call paramedics because he fell.
Screaming and such ensued that Thursday morning. By that night..Dad had slipped into an almost natural coma that he'd sorta come out of..but he wasn't really there. By Friday night we had to move him to Hospice and it was death watch shifts between us and relatives. He passed away on Monday the 28th around 5:30 am.
I'm still in shock 2 weeks later. Even after the funeral and getting his urn with his ashes, even after watching the life fade from his eyes...I keep expecting him to be around. And he's not. It hurts more than I can describe.
To all of you who have been supportive through this tough time, and have shown me nothing but kindness and love, I truly thank you from the bottom of my heart. Between you guys, my friends on Tumblr, and all the real life support, you have made this a bit easier for me to deal with and be strong.