Karigav
Active member
- Joined
- Oct 10, 2010
- Messages
- 33
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 12/2010
- Country
- US
- State
- Ky
- City
- ky
As we enter the next chapter of this disease, I wonder what the future holds. I am a 2nd to my awesome step-mom, the warrior, who is careing for my father. I am at their house a few times a week, almost all day, in between running my business (a small salon in town) and trying to spend time with my family (my kids are 2 and 4, my hubby is a firefighter out of town) but feel guilty because I want to be at Dads more. I really feel like they need me more now than ever before. My father, diagnosed on December 16, 2010, had been hanging as good as to be expected. His arms were the 1st affected. He was still able to walk, kind of feed himself, and use the restroom with only needing help to get dressed afterwards. In the past months I have not been there with them as much as I would like, knowing the day will come that she would need me all the time. I feel guilty even now that I am not there to help everyday. Its hard to try and level out my life when I want to be there so badly. In the last 2 months, my dad entered into a drug trial, which had hope. This was it, was going to be the cure! (of course) After the 1st treatment (5 days of medication), dad got sick with like an upper respritory infection of sorts and had trouble breathing. It went away about a week before the next treatment was due. after the 2nd treatment he got similar symptoms but more flu like and was passing out because of getting so choked, he also had a lot of pain in his back and shoulders. a week after that, he was in a hospital bed, in extreme pain, and we cant move him at all. He was showning signs of dehydration ( dark orange/reddish urine), not wanting to eat because of choking, talking about crazy things and begging for mercy. This is not my dad. I convinced my step-mom, the warrior, to get him to the hospital because I thought he was seriously sick. After spending the night in the ER, They said his white cell count was really high, but found no cause, they gave us heavy pain meds convinced he would be back to being able to sit up by the next day. That was monday. Today, he still cannot move, extreme pain in his mid section and back, unless picked up by 2 people, and is still begging for mercy. Is this it? He said the other day that he wasn't going to be around much longer and didn't want me to worry. He cried and appologized that he did not want to be a burden on us. But he isn't. I want to do nothing else than be with him. I want to talk to him, but he is not all there. I am really lost and confused and need some advice. Is this the end? He has expressed that he doesn't want to be kept alive, but is avoiding the feeding tube and trache discussion with me. Its not fair. He should not and doesn't deserve to suffer like this. I am going out of my mind, as is my step-mom, the warrior. She is not ready to let go. She doesn't want him to die, but doesn't want him to suffer. Help please. give me a heads up if I need to let go or hang on. What do we do now?