kimmers318
02-23-2007, 11:18 AM
Those of you that have been watching my blog for the salinity vs biofilter logging are aware that my father went into the hospital last Friday night.
The cancer had spread to his liver and spleen, he fell at home on Thursday and ruptured something that caused an internal bleed, which by Friday got very painful for him.
Due to the spread of his cancer, the fact that although they were able to stabilize him he would not be able to live outside of being fully hospitalized, he came home on hospice care Tuesday night. Without going into too many details, he also had kidney failure and was doing dialysis, the cancer was causing complications with his dialysis and his heart condition and it became time for Dad to choose to stop the dialysis and allow nature to take it's course.
Since he was very upset about going to hospice when he was alert enough to talk I offered to have him transported home to his house and I would stay with him 24/7 until he was gone. The only stipulation was he would have to have the kids there, his grandchildren. He was very happy with that solution and that is what we did. I don't think he even realized until I offered that he could do this comfortably at home rather than in an institution.
He was brought home Tuesday night by ambulance, by Wednesday afternoon he was more out of it than in it mentally and started slipping away. He passed away Thursday morning right after my sister dropped off her kids for me to babysit.....literally. We spent a few minutes with him when she got there, then she spent a few minutes with him alone while I got the kids situated and his medicine ready. She left, I went in to give him his medication and Dad was gone. I believe he had slipped into a coma during the night since I couldn't wake him at all and had to drip his medication into his mouth slowly and allow it to absorb since he wasn't swallowing, and after one last visit from my sister and I he just simply stopped breathing.
As much as it hurts to lose my father, I know that he is no longer in pain, or so weak that he can't take care of himself which is a good thing. We fought cancer and won over it for 2 1/2 years when they told us 12-15months max. When they found the tumors in his brain last June they told us 3-6 months. We fought a hard fight, we won more often than not, and we had loads of fun with my father in the last couple of years. He and I were always doing things with my kids (which always included my sisters' kids since I babysit for her) he got to see his first male grandchild last October, and life was as good as we could make it. I am glad the end came quickly for him because he would not have wanted to be an invalid. Up until he went in to the hospital Friday night he was still living alone and driving himself wherever he wanted to go.
REST IN PEACE DAD! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
The cancer had spread to his liver and spleen, he fell at home on Thursday and ruptured something that caused an internal bleed, which by Friday got very painful for him.
Due to the spread of his cancer, the fact that although they were able to stabilize him he would not be able to live outside of being fully hospitalized, he came home on hospice care Tuesday night. Without going into too many details, he also had kidney failure and was doing dialysis, the cancer was causing complications with his dialysis and his heart condition and it became time for Dad to choose to stop the dialysis and allow nature to take it's course.
Since he was very upset about going to hospice when he was alert enough to talk I offered to have him transported home to his house and I would stay with him 24/7 until he was gone. The only stipulation was he would have to have the kids there, his grandchildren. He was very happy with that solution and that is what we did. I don't think he even realized until I offered that he could do this comfortably at home rather than in an institution.
He was brought home Tuesday night by ambulance, by Wednesday afternoon he was more out of it than in it mentally and started slipping away. He passed away Thursday morning right after my sister dropped off her kids for me to babysit.....literally. We spent a few minutes with him when she got there, then she spent a few minutes with him alone while I got the kids situated and his medicine ready. She left, I went in to give him his medication and Dad was gone. I believe he had slipped into a coma during the night since I couldn't wake him at all and had to drip his medication into his mouth slowly and allow it to absorb since he wasn't swallowing, and after one last visit from my sister and I he just simply stopped breathing.
As much as it hurts to lose my father, I know that he is no longer in pain, or so weak that he can't take care of himself which is a good thing. We fought cancer and won over it for 2 1/2 years when they told us 12-15months max. When they found the tumors in his brain last June they told us 3-6 months. We fought a hard fight, we won more often than not, and we had loads of fun with my father in the last couple of years. He and I were always doing things with my kids (which always included my sisters' kids since I babysit for her) he got to see his first male grandchild last October, and life was as good as we could make it. I am glad the end came quickly for him because he would not have wanted to be an invalid. Up until he went in to the hospital Friday night he was still living alone and driving himself wherever he wanted to go.
REST IN PEACE DAD! I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.