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The Loss of my Dad
Tragedy
 Created on 6-17-08
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In 2006 Dad started having trouble with his back and this was all before Christmas and just that spring and summer he had been working on the lake house. This was an almost an every weekend event. He was a very busy man and he also seemed to sleep a lot. We all just thought it was because he worked all the time. That year I had noticed that the color of Dads skin didn't look quit right. I really didn't think much about it. I don't think anyone else did either. I never said anything to him because he also drank so I guess I related it to that. While at the lake house working Dad hurt his back worse than what he had already done. He had been having trouble with his for some time. He had been complaining about it before. Mom and Dad decided to go to the Chiropractor and the doc said that he needed to have his back realigned, this what they did and it never got any better. Then one night he went to work and had to come home,because when he was at work he was a Manager so he did a lot of walking around and helping others. Any way he had to come home because while he was walking his little toe and he thought he was walking on his sock. His little toe had went right under his foot and he had been walking on it.
Finally, Dad decided to go to the family doctor and he did a bundle of blood work. We had to wait for days, by this time Dad couldn't even walk very good at all. He started walking with a walker, plus he had a hospital bed in the house and this was all around Christmas time and Thanksgiving. He had to be transported to the doc by EMS and had to be put on Morphine just to get to the doc or the Hospital. This was not the easiest thing to see. Having to see him look the way he did. I would not wish this terrible illness on anyone. When we got the results back I didn't have a phone. My cousin came to get me at my home and he was laying in his hospital bed downstairs. She said "You need to come with me, your Dad wants to talk to you." When we got there I sat down next to him and Dad said "Well I have some bad news" my throat got a great big lump in it. Well they found something and they said it is Cancer. I instantly started to cry.
Dad ended up in the hospital quit a number of times before they kept him in for good. At his last hospital stay, they had to take him in for surgery, because he had a lot of fluid built up in his body and some in his lungs. He was feeling a little better after that. Remember this was about 3 months after we had found out. When we did find out about his cancer they only gave him six months to live. At his second hospital stay they wanted to do another surgery to help him with his pain and so he did that one. He came out and said that if this doesn't work I am not doing it again.
After that last surgery they gave him only 6 weeks. Then two week after that they ended up keeping him and telling us he only had 2 more weeks left. I remember my Dad telling us that we were all going to get through this together. This is what we did until he took his last breath. My brother was having a hard time going to the hospital and staying with him. Mom and I did shifts. Then my other siblings came up from they lived. We were all in his room and his brother and his best friend from when we were growing up was all there. I forgot to mention that 5 months prior to all of this Dads brother had died from diabetic coma. Dad had made a comment that they were dropping like flies in his family. Back to what I was saying. The night I went home to go get my little brother Dad had went to sleep and went into a comma. I knew when we got there thats what was going on. My brother and I showed up and my little brother went up to Dad and said " Dad it's ok you can go home and be with God now I am here, its ok" We knew Dad could hear him, because he tried to say that he Loves him and probably to help take care of your Mom. This was the straw that broke the camels back, because after he did that I had to go out and have a smoke. We all came back in and he waited for us. Dad was already into the labored breathing and we had been back in the room for maybe ten minutes and he took two big quick breaths and he stopped breathing. Dad was gone and he was not coming back and I just lost it. I couldn't take it. I calmed down and I went over to his bed and gave him a kiss on his four head and said I love you Dad. We will see you again some time soon in the sky. This was it I had to be strong for Mom now and this was not easy.
It has been almost three years now and Mom and all of us are doing ok and we are all still trying to move on. Some of us need a little work than others, but it will all come together.
Thank you all so much for letting me share my story. I have wanted to tell people I was feeling through all of this and how it turned out this year. God Bless all of you.
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Please Login to post comments| On June 18th 2008 CraziiChick208 Said : | |
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sorry for your loss. |
