Jun 30, 2011 - 8:02 pm
I'm going to make this short. I can't see straight, I'm crying too much.
The Oncologist said my father is nearing the end of his life...2-3 weeks left...4 weeks will be a blessing.
The cancer has spread everywhere, including his brain.
My father requires 24/7 care. He can't even make it to the washroom downstairs without almost falling over. He tried to make it by himself this morning but fell and hit the wall. I woke up to a loud thud and him calling out for help. Luckily he didn't hit his head.
He's also very incoherent and stutters a lot. It's devastating to witness your once strong, independent father go downhill so fast.
He looks much worse than he did even one week ago, so I know it's not much longer now.
He does not want to die in the hospital, so he has chosen to remain at home.
What's also devastating is that my dad still thinks he has time left. On the way back from the Oncologist today, he asked me when his next chemo treatment is.
I told him I'm not sure because they want him to regain his strength first.
It broke my heart to lie, but I couldn't tell him they sent him home to die... :-(
And the tears continues flowing.