Two years ago, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and she was given about a year to live. She has fought it and is doing pretty well all things considered.
My Dad was diagnosed with cancer a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. It started out as lung cancer but had spread to his bones, liver and brain. He went through 3 weeks of radiation treatment and then 3 rounds of chemo. He went from walking with a cane, to using a walker to having to use a wheelchair. Finally, the chemo and cancer took such a toll on him, he had to go to the hospital. There, he had an infection in his blood and urinary tract. He became completely bedridden. He stayed in the hospital for 3 weeks. Toward the end of that stay, he just asked for us to take him home. The doctors told us that there was nothing more they could do for him and so we took him home. He lay in a bed at home for another week. Then, on March 9, at 1 am, he died in his sleep. It was my sisters birthday. He was 76 yrs old. I miss you Dad and I love you.
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Topic: Death In The Family (Read 238 times) Share