I've never posted anything like this to my knowledge, but thought I'd share, get it off my chest, or just talk about it.
Last month my dad was admitted to the hospital a couple different times, and they found he had something called MDS. They scheduled him to get chemo starting this past Monday, 5 days on then 3 weeks off...told him it would give him 1 to 2 years to live.
He went to the doc's office Monday, and they told him his white blood count which normal is 9 was 49.5 last week and had gone up to 99 by Monday. Told him his condition was so aggressive there really wasn't anything they could do. He could still get the treatments if he wanted, but he had actually decided to not get them before going in that day.
My mom asked to doctor to call me and explain everything to me, because they were such a wreck she knew she'd forget something. His nurse called me later Monday afternoon. She told me everything and I asked if he would be in pain and she said no. I asked how he would die, and she said he would just start to sleep more and more, then one day or night just not wake up. She said he has 4 to 6 weeks to live.
I'm needless to say devastated, but it's a comfort to know he has lived a life many could only dream of. He got to retire at 50, spend every winter in Florida fishing almost everyday, and they never wanted for anything. I'm most glad he will go peacefully and without pain.
I'm worried about how my mom is going to get by. They've been married 66 years. My dad will be 87 on the 8th of this month, and she'll be 85 in September.
If things work out I'm driving up there this Sunday.
I'm in no way seeking a pity party, just putting it out there I guess.
Last month my dad was admitted to the hospital a couple different times, and they found he had something called MDS. They scheduled him to get chemo starting this past Monday, 5 days on then 3 weeks off...told him it would give him 1 to 2 years to live.
He went to the doc's office Monday, and they told him his white blood count which normal is 9 was 49.5 last week and had gone up to 99 by Monday. Told him his condition was so aggressive there really wasn't anything they could do. He could still get the treatments if he wanted, but he had actually decided to not get them before going in that day.
My mom asked to doctor to call me and explain everything to me, because they were such a wreck she knew she'd forget something. His nurse called me later Monday afternoon. She told me everything and I asked if he would be in pain and she said no. I asked how he would die, and she said he would just start to sleep more and more, then one day or night just not wake up. She said he has 4 to 6 weeks to live.
I'm needless to say devastated, but it's a comfort to know he has lived a life many could only dream of. He got to retire at 50, spend every winter in Florida fishing almost everyday, and they never wanted for anything. I'm most glad he will go peacefully and without pain.
I'm worried about how my mom is going to get by. They've been married 66 years. My dad will be 87 on the 8th of this month, and she'll be 85 in September.
If things work out I'm driving up there this Sunday.
I'm in no way seeking a pity party, just putting it out there I guess.
...Ben
