cornflower
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- Aug 12, 2007
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- Loved one DX
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- Dallas
My father was diagnosed with PMA when I was a sophomore in high school. Like most teenagers, I had the false idea that we could live forever.. that loved ones would always be there. But as he grew weaker and weaker I realized how wrong I was.
Fearful of his passing, I graduated early from high school and started college the following summer many miles away from home.
I've been away a year now, but visit as often as possible.
What makes this disease so hard to watch is that it's progressive. It seems every time I go home there's some new medicine, some new machine, some new attempt to prolonge his life.
This disease has taken its toll on every member of my family. My mother, who thankfully is a nurse, is so obviously exhausted from the amount of attention my Dad needs. I don't know how she does it all the time without complaining once. I know my Dad appreciates her so much and hates such dependency. I overheard him and Mom talking last time I was home.. he spoke of giving up so he wouldn't be such a burden on everyone's lives. My heart broke.
There are so many things I want him to see before he says goodbye. I want him to see me make a success of my career, walk me down the aisle at my wedding, hold his grandchildren, and so much more.
Since his diagnosis, I have poured my heart into every Father's Day and Birthday card given to him never knowing how many more cards I can give. When I leave to go back to school I always give him "just one more hug" before I leave so save up for when I can't receive anymore. One more kiss on the cheek. One more "I love you".
I've tried to look for the good in things.. I probably wasn't as close to my Dad before the disease. I didn't talk to him as much as I should have. I didn't say "I love you" enough. I try to think that God did this so I would become closer to my father before it was too late.
But I still can't talk about his condition without crying. I don't know if I'll ever stop crying.
I just want him to always be there.
It's difficult for me to organize my thoughts so I apologize for jumping around on topics.
I'd like to know how others cope with these difficult times and what I should do.
Fearful of his passing, I graduated early from high school and started college the following summer many miles away from home.
I've been away a year now, but visit as often as possible.
What makes this disease so hard to watch is that it's progressive. It seems every time I go home there's some new medicine, some new machine, some new attempt to prolonge his life.
This disease has taken its toll on every member of my family. My mother, who thankfully is a nurse, is so obviously exhausted from the amount of attention my Dad needs. I don't know how she does it all the time without complaining once. I know my Dad appreciates her so much and hates such dependency. I overheard him and Mom talking last time I was home.. he spoke of giving up so he wouldn't be such a burden on everyone's lives. My heart broke.
There are so many things I want him to see before he says goodbye. I want him to see me make a success of my career, walk me down the aisle at my wedding, hold his grandchildren, and so much more.
Since his diagnosis, I have poured my heart into every Father's Day and Birthday card given to him never knowing how many more cards I can give. When I leave to go back to school I always give him "just one more hug" before I leave so save up for when I can't receive anymore. One more kiss on the cheek. One more "I love you".
I've tried to look for the good in things.. I probably wasn't as close to my Dad before the disease. I didn't talk to him as much as I should have. I didn't say "I love you" enough. I try to think that God did this so I would become closer to my father before it was too late.
But I still can't talk about his condition without crying. I don't know if I'll ever stop crying.
I just want him to always be there.
It's difficult for me to organize my thoughts so I apologize for jumping around on topics.
I'd like to know how others cope with these difficult times and what I should do.