On December 27th, 2009 at 5:34pm my father lost his fight with cancer. He had been diagnosed only last year with bladder cancer, and one month later he had an operation to remove all the tumors they found in hopes to solve the problem. Then even with operation a success the doctors speculated he'd only have five more years. However on November 10th, 2009 my father was hospitalized after he went to a scheduled doctor's appointment and started bleeding out in the waiting room. When they did scans of his body to find the cause of the bleeding it was discovered that the cancer was back, and had spread through out his body. Later that month my father, mother and I were told his cancer was terminal and they gave him three more months at best. Although it was happening so fast that everyone around him was overwhelmed with shock, my father just nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. My father always said "I'll get there when I get there." And never hurried anymore then the pace that he was set to go at. He would do what he wanted, when he wanted and everyone just had to learn to accept that. So when it came down to it that he knew that he was dying he just took every day as best he could in his own little ways. He never seemed sad or depressed in his last days, in fact he was rather surly with those who came to visit him and his nurses. He's quick wit and terse phrases were the same as they'd always been. Things like that were what made him such a great character, and what made you feel special to have known and been a part of his life.
I'll miss you daddy, so much and this is only just the beginning. But I know you're never very far away from my heart, so just save me a place at the table to play cards or a spot out on the lake to go fishing with you when I get there too.
 shy_pegasus22 · Sat Jan 02, 2010 @ 09:26am · 0 Comments |
