Thanks
my dad couldn't beat that nasty disease, but... I’m pulling for you and sending nothing but healing vibes!
from what I know, he had that micro... whatever it's called, and they say that specific type is the absolute worst.😢
it was even harder for him because surgery wasn't an option (for his lungs)—his spirometry showed he was way too weak, and there was no way he'd survive anesthesia.
they did brain surgery on him in NYC using Gamma Knife, but the lungs... yeah, we were stuck there.
he was a little guy, but man, he was tough as nails and fierce.😢
my family knew (mom and my brother) and the doctor told them straight up he had about 6 months left, but they shielded me from that brutal truth, so I'm just finding out now.
Dad was such a fighter. He never complained, never whined... cancer just couldn't break him. Before the chemo started, he was doing perfectly fine... seriously, just two months ago we were out riding motorcycles together, and then... day by day, it was just something new... a total shock for me, and for him too, when he woke up one morning in the hospital and said, "I can't feel my legs." It was horrific... numbness... the neurologist said it happened because it spread to the bone.
The day before, he fell into a coma. I kept nudging him, but nothing... he's breathing, but he doesn't feel anything... not even that intense pain. Thankfully!! People say he can still hear me... so I talked to him, kissed him... I even left some music playing for him.
I keep asking Mom how much longer a heart can take this kind of stress. Around 8 PM that night, his heart just stopped... and Dad just drifted off. He's not hurting anymore. ................
😢😢