Some of you may or may not know, but my father passed away on Sunday, June 4.
He battled cancer since first being diagnosed in February of 2005. We thought he had it beat by August, but we found out this past February that the cancer had spread to his lungs, bones and bowels. The doctors gave him 4-6 months to live despite their best efforts and experimental chemo treatments.
During the last few months, there were small signs that he was deteriorating (consistent weight loss, no appetite, confusion, loss of balance and hearing, weakness, fatigue, etc.). He quickly lost his strength to walk and used a walker for one week and then a
wheelchair the next. The Friday before Memorial Day, he became very ill and was admitted to the hospital. It was on this day that I knew he only had a matter of days left. I don’t know why, but I could feel it.
We visited him in the hospital, and even though he looked good and felt good, there were signs that he was not doing well (he couldn’t finish his thoughts or put a complete sentence together). After arriving home from the hospital on Sunday, he quickly went down hill each day.
He became ill again on Friday, June 2 and was unable to talk and was in a tremendous amount of pain. His co-workers came in to help him as he had been vomiting blood while I was at work. Once I got home, we began administering pain relief and whatever else we could do to keep him comfortable, as he wanted to die at home.
Many family members and friends helped during this time as well. From Saturday morning on, it was me, Stacey, my dad’s wife and a dear friend of my theirs who cared for him. After a long battle on Friday, Saturday and Saturday night, my father passed very peacefully at 10:55 a.m. on Sunday morning (June 4).
We prayed that he would go peacefully, as he had been in so much pain during the past year and a half. And there was the chance that many other things could have caused his death (heart attack, stroke, etc.). But on Sunday morning, he became very peaceful, his breathing slowed down and he took one breath and didn’t take another.
For those of you who may not have known, my dad had three children (me, my brother and sister), and he was a registered nurse. He remarried his long-time love interest, Pat, this year (She was a tremendous help with my dad during this time).
When we moved to Florida in 1989, he worked in the ER at Shands HealthCare for a few years before taking his dream job as a flight nurse with ShandsCair. He spent 13 years with them and saved many, many lives. He was respected by all his co-workers and was admired for how well he did his job. Everyone wanted to work with him, and he was good to his patients.
There is so much more I could say about him, as he was definitely a treasure and gift to this world.
I loved my father tremendously, as we were close. I spent much time with him since I had lived with him for so long.
We had a memorial for him on Friday, June 9 at our house where many friends and co-workers of my father came to the house to celebrate his life and tell wonderful stories about him.
We just flew back from Rhode Island/Mass late last night for his funeral and to see family.
I’m grateful to everyone who had so many wonderful thoughts and prayers for me, my father, Stacey and our family. Thank you so much for everything.