I am very sad to say that Dad's fight is over.
After deciding to have another GI inspection, his vital signs began dropping rapidly. The doctors postponed the inspection to the following morning. Once he was stable, they were able to locate and clap off the artery within his stomach that was bleeding. They continued giving him blood and fluids and he was looking better and better. He had a slight case of pneumonia in the lower part of a lung but he was given antibiotics which we believe got that under control.
We figured he had a couple more days in the hospital, then would be transferred back to rehab to work towards walking again. At this point I headed back to Georgia.
Two days later, while Mom was out to lunch, he began having congestive heart failure. When she returned he was on a breathing machine. His first chest X-rays were a mess. They were able to bring him off the machine after a day. They thought the heart failure was under control.
On Monday May 14 he was setting up in his bed feeding himself and for the first time in several weeks was very talkative with the nurses. They said he got very quite, and then within a minute he just slipped out of this world.
My Mother, Sister, and I set up the final arrangements, and Wednesday afternoon we laid him to rest.
By all reason there is no way he should have survived from the previous week with the hemoglobin score at 3. Even though he was on good terms with me and everyone he knew, I truly believe we were gifted one extra week with him, to which I am so thankful. It gave a lot of family and old friends a last chance to see him. I have an uncle in his 80's who is at about
5 years with prostate cancer metastasized to his bones, and a cousin in his 50's with colon cancer his numbers go up and down but he looks to be doing well. Both of them visiting gave my Dad a lot of hope. I did all I could to build up his confidence that he still had many good years left.
All of it together seemed to help relieve his depression and anxiety. With the blood loss, we had several conversations that were loopy, but I will carry with him forever. Initially he described his situation literally as being down a rabbit hole in the dark. The day before he passed he told one uncle how brilliant the lights were in the rabbit hole. In the end, I think he died happily.
God, I know I am preaching to the quire here, but if there was only one lesson I wish people would take from our story, it is get checked out regularly. None of us are guaranteed a tomorrow, much less another breath. What if's are pointless now, but his story did not have to end like this. I had begged him to go to the doctor for years. Mom found some blood work last month from February 2011 where his PSA was 10! He only looked at his cholesterol, didn't show it to her, then filed the paper away. Please educate your children, relatives, friends, and anyone else who will listen.
Please take care of yourselves. My thoughts and prayers are with you all. Thank you all so much.
Post Edited (Frontier02) : 5/19/2012 8:13:49 PM (GMT-6)