I lost my DAD March 12 this year, what a day. My father was diagnosed with Limphoma Camcer in 2003. When he told me i couldn't believe it. I definately didn't want to talk about him having cancer (i was in some sort of denial). How could this strong person get this? I couldn't think about losing my Dad & my best friend. During Chemo he would call me all the time "just to talk", now when i look back on this he was preparing me for the rest of "my life". In 2004 I took him to John's Hopkins for his check up. He was declared in remission, no cancer could be found. I could not have been happier. He kept his phone calls up every day 4x's right on schedule.
Everything looked great. In February 2005 his Cancer came back. What another shot in the arm. I know he doesn't want to go thru the Chemo again. We talked about the options available. He decided that he would go back to John's Hopkins for some very agressive Radiation Treatment. They actually pumped this into his blood stream. I didn't leave his side during the process, i could tell he was actually scared even though he did not want me to know.
He kept up on his monthly check up visits, everything looked ok until he went on Winter Vacation in October 2005 to Florida, within 3 weeks i got a call that he was in the hospital. I flew down talked with the Dr.'s & we decided to bring him back home. We got with the specialists, the diagnosis, his lungs were filling up with fluid. He was slowly dying. While he looked healthy he was not. His Kidney's were failing.
My Dad started going in the hospital weekly to have his lungs drained. Weekly turned to every 4 days, then to every 3. My Dad was dying. From January 2006 until his passing in March I was with him everyday, sitting by his side talking & helping him thru this the best i knew how. His last evening of life he told me to go home & be with my family, I didn't want to but he insisted. The next morning i went back to my dad's at around 6am. His eyes were glassy & would not respond to my words. He had gone into a coma sometime during the nite. I held his hand, kissed his forehead, hugged him, taled with him, until he took his last breath of air at 6:57pm on March 12, 2006.
I will never forget about my dad, I think about him everyday & when i do sometimes i laugh & sometimes i get teary eyed. Sorry for your loss, He will be missed.