Week from Hell
I am sorry that so many of my entries are very sad all the time. At the same time this week sums up all I have been going through the past 2 years and in particular this semester.
My little Pi Phi sister's dad was diagnosed with cancer 6 weeks ago. It was all over his body and they gave him at most 6 months to live. He died last friday evening. She was able to get down to KC and see him before he died, which is really good. So Friday Renee and I got that phone call and started sending out emails to let people know what had happened and what the arrangements were going to be. We headed down Monday for the wake and stayed overnight for the funeral on Tuesday.
Monday night during dinner I got a call from Fridge, she said she had something ironic to tell me. I couldn't really hear her in ther restaurant and didn't really feel up to drama and jokes. I said i would call her later when I could hear her better and needed a cheer. Turns out, it was not a cheer at all, her dad has cancer too and has apparently had it for 2 years with out knowing since it was in his throat and those are the hardest to detect.
Ater teh funeral Tuesday, I was headed back to Omaha to try and catch my last class and Renee stayed for the luncheon. I got a call on the road from another girl who had stayed behind for the luncheon. Renee'e mom had called, they did not think that he was going to make it through the night. She searched for emergancy tickets at Sarah's house in the midst of Sarah's(our little) family and could not find any that really worked. She came back to Omaha where I had been searching flights and pulling out the suitcases.
Renee ended up fighting with the air service people cause they wanted to charge her $1,000 more to change her thanksgiving flight. Her uncle ended up working something out with them and she flew out early Wed. morning. It was good cause she talked to her sister when we were getting ready for the plane trip and James (her dad) had made it through the night. Unfortunetely between the time that she took off and the time that she got to his bedside he passed away. She did not get to see him before hand.
It is not like they did not make thier peace, and they had alreay said many final goodbyes. At the time of his death I believe he was comatose. It is just sad that she did not get to say one last goodbye.
So now I am sitting alone in my apartment till after thanksgiving when Renee comes back, morning the loss of my best friends dads. Three of the closest people to me at Creighton are hurting really bad right now, and so am I. Truth to the matter is that I did not get to meet any of these young men alive, but I still feel their deaths very close to my heart. I feel so helpless against these little mutated cells that concure such great men.
Fridge's dad is a hot shot Dr. himself and medicated his own lump away. The lump may have gone away but those cancer cells just moved elsewhere. All these men were very healthy men, they were never sick. Then all the sudden they become terminally sick. One had 2 years to live, one only 6 weeks. Fridge is not sure how bad her Dad's is and is going home for the biopsy. We will only know then how treatable his cancer is.
Yesterday my dad called me and told me that he had made a Dr. appointment like I had begged him to do for my sake. I started crying, I had just heard about Renee's dad. To hear my dad's voice was overwhelming. It was just too late for Renee's dad, but it might not be too late for my own. I cannot tell you how important it is for your parents to get checked out.
Snot wipes and tears
KTB
My little Pi Phi sister's dad was diagnosed with cancer 6 weeks ago. It was all over his body and they gave him at most 6 months to live. He died last friday evening. She was able to get down to KC and see him before he died, which is really good. So Friday Renee and I got that phone call and started sending out emails to let people know what had happened and what the arrangements were going to be. We headed down Monday for the wake and stayed overnight for the funeral on Tuesday.
Monday night during dinner I got a call from Fridge, she said she had something ironic to tell me. I couldn't really hear her in ther restaurant and didn't really feel up to drama and jokes. I said i would call her later when I could hear her better and needed a cheer. Turns out, it was not a cheer at all, her dad has cancer too and has apparently had it for 2 years with out knowing since it was in his throat and those are the hardest to detect.
Ater teh funeral Tuesday, I was headed back to Omaha to try and catch my last class and Renee stayed for the luncheon. I got a call on the road from another girl who had stayed behind for the luncheon. Renee'e mom had called, they did not think that he was going to make it through the night. She searched for emergancy tickets at Sarah's house in the midst of Sarah's(our little) family and could not find any that really worked. She came back to Omaha where I had been searching flights and pulling out the suitcases.
Renee ended up fighting with the air service people cause they wanted to charge her $1,000 more to change her thanksgiving flight. Her uncle ended up working something out with them and she flew out early Wed. morning. It was good cause she talked to her sister when we were getting ready for the plane trip and James (her dad) had made it through the night. Unfortunetely between the time that she took off and the time that she got to his bedside he passed away. She did not get to see him before hand.
It is not like they did not make thier peace, and they had alreay said many final goodbyes. At the time of his death I believe he was comatose. It is just sad that she did not get to say one last goodbye.
So now I am sitting alone in my apartment till after thanksgiving when Renee comes back, morning the loss of my best friends dads. Three of the closest people to me at Creighton are hurting really bad right now, and so am I. Truth to the matter is that I did not get to meet any of these young men alive, but I still feel their deaths very close to my heart. I feel so helpless against these little mutated cells that concure such great men.
Fridge's dad is a hot shot Dr. himself and medicated his own lump away. The lump may have gone away but those cancer cells just moved elsewhere. All these men were very healthy men, they were never sick. Then all the sudden they become terminally sick. One had 2 years to live, one only 6 weeks. Fridge is not sure how bad her Dad's is and is going home for the biopsy. We will only know then how treatable his cancer is.
Yesterday my dad called me and told me that he had made a Dr. appointment like I had begged him to do for my sake. I started crying, I had just heard about Renee's dad. To hear my dad's voice was overwhelming. It was just too late for Renee's dad, but it might not be too late for my own. I cannot tell you how important it is for your parents to get checked out.
Snot wipes and tears
KTB