one-of-three
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hello everybody. ive been lurking the forums a bit for the past few months now. i was hesitant to register but finally got the courage to do it. mostly because i would cry about what i would say or just the thought of writing it down would make me teary eyed. but i needed somewhere to vent with people who actually understand what i am going through. its hard to explain to people and family that, NO, you really dont know...
My name is Ryan, i am from Palm Springs California. i am 21 years old and have 2 younger brothers age 20 and 17. hence the name one of three. and my mom. we have a big family with my dad having 4 brothers and 3 sisters. and my mom 2 brothers and a sister. it is hard on everyone but mostly my brothers and my mom. Our family was basically raised offroading, always out in the desert almost every weekend in dunebuggys, quads and dirtbikes. my dad was basically the un-named camp leader. always leading the rides and being the jokester of the group.
its taken a big tole on my life and made me start to grow up alot faster. helping my mom and brothers take care of my dad along working full time 8-10 hrs a day really brings on the stress. its hard for people to really understand what is going on inside my head and i try to hide it but theres those times where i dont want to do anything but sit in my room think about the good times and cry. i have to let it out. i thank my girlfriend of 4 years for being here for me and knowing alot about whats going on. i always call her when i need to vent and shed some tears.
my dad was diagnosed with als a little over 2 years ago. started out when he was starting to feel tired easier and faster than normal. then the falling, injuries and so on. it was hard to watch my dad, the strongest, smartest, funniest person i know. to go through all of this and try to make an excuse to why all of this was happening. old age? was always the question. but he is only 52yrs old now. so we ruled that out. he was the type of person that held there pride high and refused the cane, walker and wheel chair untill he absolutely needed it. then after all the questioning he saw a doctor and im sure you all know how it goes from there. he is now in a wheel chair only able to move his hand enough to get the chair around, his speech is gone and had a feeding tube put in.
almost 3 months ago we took him to the hospital in the afternoon after he had told us he was having a hard time breathing. they took him in after an hour or 2 in the waiting room and the tests showed he had a small heart attack that did nothing. but they were going to keep him over night. i drove my brothers home late at night because i had work and they had school the next day. i got a call from my mom at 3am. "your dad has coded and is on life support with the breathing machine and 18bags of medication , you need to get here as soon as you can" my aunt picked us up and we had the longest drive of my life. can this really be happening? my dad is gone?..... its been 3 long months in 2 hospitals. he is doing better now, he had the trach put in and is hopefully coming home soon on a ventilator. my mom has been gone most of the time only coming home maybe once or twice every two weeks to pay the bills and take care of business. she is a strong woman and really keeps everything together. all the doctors and nurses always say "youre lucky to have a good wife and these 3 big boys to help out.
well thats my story, thanks for taking the time to read about it and looking forward to talking with everyone and also helping others go through such a hard time.
My name is Ryan, i am from Palm Springs California. i am 21 years old and have 2 younger brothers age 20 and 17. hence the name one of three. and my mom. we have a big family with my dad having 4 brothers and 3 sisters. and my mom 2 brothers and a sister. it is hard on everyone but mostly my brothers and my mom. Our family was basically raised offroading, always out in the desert almost every weekend in dunebuggys, quads and dirtbikes. my dad was basically the un-named camp leader. always leading the rides and being the jokester of the group.
its taken a big tole on my life and made me start to grow up alot faster. helping my mom and brothers take care of my dad along working full time 8-10 hrs a day really brings on the stress. its hard for people to really understand what is going on inside my head and i try to hide it but theres those times where i dont want to do anything but sit in my room think about the good times and cry. i have to let it out. i thank my girlfriend of 4 years for being here for me and knowing alot about whats going on. i always call her when i need to vent and shed some tears.
my dad was diagnosed with als a little over 2 years ago. started out when he was starting to feel tired easier and faster than normal. then the falling, injuries and so on. it was hard to watch my dad, the strongest, smartest, funniest person i know. to go through all of this and try to make an excuse to why all of this was happening. old age? was always the question. but he is only 52yrs old now. so we ruled that out. he was the type of person that held there pride high and refused the cane, walker and wheel chair untill he absolutely needed it. then after all the questioning he saw a doctor and im sure you all know how it goes from there. he is now in a wheel chair only able to move his hand enough to get the chair around, his speech is gone and had a feeding tube put in.
almost 3 months ago we took him to the hospital in the afternoon after he had told us he was having a hard time breathing. they took him in after an hour or 2 in the waiting room and the tests showed he had a small heart attack that did nothing. but they were going to keep him over night. i drove my brothers home late at night because i had work and they had school the next day. i got a call from my mom at 3am. "your dad has coded and is on life support with the breathing machine and 18bags of medication , you need to get here as soon as you can" my aunt picked us up and we had the longest drive of my life. can this really be happening? my dad is gone?..... its been 3 long months in 2 hospitals. he is doing better now, he had the trach put in and is hopefully coming home soon on a ventilator. my mom has been gone most of the time only coming home maybe once or twice every two weeks to pay the bills and take care of business. she is a strong woman and really keeps everything together. all the doctors and nurses always say "youre lucky to have a good wife and these 3 big boys to help out.
well thats my story, thanks for taking the time to read about it and looking forward to talking with everyone and also helping others go through such a hard time.