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originally posted by: seaswine
One of my best buds, my Dad, died on the morning of the 16th, the same day his father passed 43 years ago.
When first diagnosed in early 2016, he was given a maximum of 6 months. He basically said "well f*** that" and he continued to work his butt off for the landscaping business he and his brother built.
The man was a trooper. I would drop him off to get treatments at lunchtime, then we'd go back to work afterwards. I can only hope to have that sort of work ethic as I age.
Eventually, the cancer caught up with him. It got to the point that my brother and I could not properly care for him. Any time we attempted to move him he was in excruciating pain and we didn't know what to do. The morphine that hospice gave us didn't seem to even touch his pain, and we were administering it liberally.
It got to the point that we had to arrange an ambulance to transport him to the hospital. Two EMT and a police officer showed up. My dad, bullheaded as he is, yelled at the EMT guys in a mumbled and unintelligible voice, however, the message was clear, he didn't want to go to the hospital (who does?).
EMT dude advices one of us to talk to him and explain the situation. I sit on his bed and basically say (best I can, choking back tears) that brother and I can't give him the care he deserves and needs, that I know the hospital sucks, but you'll be more comfortable there. He gave a groan that I intreperted as `ok`.
Then they moved him from his bedroom to downstairs. I'll never forget the screams. It sounded like someone was being tortured while they moved him. The strongest man I've ever known, hearing him cry out in pain like that..... No words.That was the last thing he did consciously , as far as I know.
We got to the hospital 5min after the ambulance and he was totally OUT. Over the next 36 hours family and friends visited. The hospital seemed to have him comfortable on a nice firm bed and medication drip.
His breathing slowly faded early Sunday morning the 16th, which was his goal to make. He's always said death won't be so bad because he'll get to see his dad again. Hopefully they're having an ice cold brew right now in whatever place comes after this life.