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hollowridge88 said:Honey, please accept my sincerest condolences. I am just so incredibly sorry. My own mom passed away on September 26th—we tried everything, truly everything, but nothing worked. I know exactly what you're going through... though I can't really offer much help since I'm still struggling to find my own footing. I keep telling myself I did everything I could, but honestly, right now, that doesn't feel like enough. Just hang in there. There isn't much else to say, really. I just hope things get a little easier for us as time passes, though for me, it actually feels harder as the days go by.
Ladies, I’m certain you gave it your absolute all, so please don't let yourself dwell on that part.
They always say time heals all wounds, but if I'm being honest, time moves painfully slow when you're grieving a loss like this. It’s been almost a year since I lost my dad, and I miss him more now than ever. It feels like the emptiness just keeps growing—it’s just that my relationship with that void changes over time. I'm still sad, of course. But after nearly a year, I think I'm starting to accept the reality of the loss a bit better. Those final images—they'll never fade, but I suppose I just end up loving them more as precious memories. If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that time doesn't really heal the wounds; it just gives us the space to accept them, to learn how to live with them. Dearest ladies, I truly feel for you both and I just want you to find some peace soon. I'm thinking of you, and of everyone out there fighting their own battles,
I just wanted to take a moment to say thanks again for all the support and the info shared here. My dad passed away about three months ago, and honestly, once the fight to save him was over, it turned into this internal struggle—just trying to wrap my head around the fact that he’s really gone. But, I guess that’s a whole different conversation.
Thanks to the encouragement in this thread, we’ve done our absolute best to navigate everything, basically learning as we go just to do what we could. And now, as hard as it is, we’re just pushing forward. I really owe a huge thank you to Angela Wright for everything!
I truly hope everyone else can keep their heads up and find the strength to carry on—that’s what matters most for the ones we love.
Lily, your dad is at peace now. I'm so sorry for what you're going through—just take your time with the service, and then try to focus on all those beautiful memories you shared together
My dad passed away. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone here who shared their own stories. Reading through them gave me so much much-needed hope—and strength, really—plus some genuinely helpful information when things felt overwhelming. Thanks to the support from this community, and especially thanks to Angela Wright, we managed to make sure his final day was peaceful... and finally, mercifully, without all that intense pain. Angela once mentioned that letting go is actually the ultimate expression of love, and honestly, I was a little scared to believe that at the time. But looking back on these last few days, I can see she was absolutely right. Even though I'm an adult, losing him makes me feel like a lost kid again, I guess. If only I could have just one more moment...
I keep reading through all these posts, searching for an answer... but there just isn't one. My heart really goes out to mistyjackal842—I'm just so incredibly sad about what your Mom is going through. It feels like we're in the same boat, honestly. They’re delaying the most basic lung puncture for my Dad "due to technical issues," which, if you ask me, is actually just because of the strike. And he’s just wasting away right in front of our eyes, day after day, dealing with lung cancer and bone metastases... it’s all so painfully obvious. They discharged him from the pulmonology department at Mount Sinai Hospital and told us to check back in a week for the testing and rehospitalization. Well, we showed up, but nothing happens, because apparently they’re only handling "emergency cases" now. In just a few months, his life has completely unraveled, but I guess he isn't "urgent" enough just because he's 76... He fights as hard as he can, and Mom and I are doing everything humanly possible, but until he hits their specific threshold for being an "emergency," we’re becoming less and less certain he’ll even survive the therapy waiting for him down the line. Even getting hold of pain medication is a struggle—we can't just find it in every pharmacy; we have to rely on knowing people just to track it down. We’ve been at the hospital practically praying they’ll just finish the tests (after he already spent three weeks there!) so they can finally set his treatment plan, but no luck. So, where does that leave us? He’s this stubborn believer in conventional medicine, and we are right there with him, but that very medicine isn't giving him a fighting chance because they can't provide timely or adequate care. I don't go around thinking my Dad is the center of the universe—he's my whole world, obviously—but I truly believed they invested in every single human life, no matter how old or "ordinary" they might seem.