So I get a call on thursday night. Its a friend of the family. She says my dad's doctors say he will be dead in the next couple of hours and I need to get on the next plane home. I finally get ahold of my mom and she cryes and then tells me to talk to my dad and say my goodbyes. I tell him I love him and to hold on that Im coming asap. He says something back in sounds that sounded like I know. I pack my bags and get on a plane at 3am. The whole ride on the plane im thinking about how much I love him and how hard its been this year with his cancer and how in a way, at least its over for him. He's an amazing person and will definetly be going to heaven. I get out of the plane and im greeted by another friend who tells me to the amazement of all medicine, my dad's still alive. Fast forward 5 very emotinal days of him feeling between good and worse, the doctors are releasing him tomorrow and he might just get past this. Its been a very crazy weekend.
It got so bad that the priest came and did what priest do before people die (to which he now jokes that he has 55 years worth of sinning to do again) and the lawers came to do his will. A funeral home was set up and everything was set for the funeral. It was really bad. I also found out that statistically, my dad should have died 5 months ago. The level of his cancer, the type of cancer, the problem that occured after this operation, he should already be dead yet he's still there, alive.
Dont really know if we got a couple more days with him, or weeks, or months, or is he'll be the one burying me, but I tell you one thing, I'm quiting smoking for good. Im done.
No need for sympathy comments, these are happy times.
It got so bad that the priest came and did what priest do before people die (to which he now jokes that he has 55 years worth of sinning to do again) and the lawers came to do his will. A funeral home was set up and everything was set for the funeral. It was really bad. I also found out that statistically, my dad should have died 5 months ago. The level of his cancer, the type of cancer, the problem that occured after this operation, he should already be dead yet he's still there, alive.
Dont really know if we got a couple more days with him, or weeks, or months, or is he'll be the one burying me, but I tell you one thing, I'm quiting smoking for good. Im done.
No need for sympathy comments, these are happy times.
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Send my love to your mom, Christina and most of all your dad.