Reminds me of my mother's passing. I wish she was still here, so much to see and do. I am glad you can share this with us hon
*hugs*

~hugs back~ I know. My father passed when my daughter was 18 months old. When she was younger, she would tell me how much she missed her Papa, but now... she barely remembers telling me that, let alone him. All she has to remember him by is on picture of him holding her as a baby. And now, she's getting ready to go to middle school.

~rails against cancer, especially the incurable ones and idiot student doctors~

My mother was taken from me when her diabetes acted up. She died when I was 22. I miss her so much. But I am sorry for your loss hon, never easy *Hugs*

I was 27. My father got sick the year before, and had some tests done in July, we found out he had cancer, then went to Boston for vacation (it was already planned before the cancer was discovered). We spent time with the family up there, and then after we came home, he went in for more tests. He had pancreatic cancer that had spread to his lungs. Pancreatic is curable, as long as it's caught early. But 90% of the time, it gets caught AFTER it's metastasized (spread) elsewhere. (My uncle was diagnosed with it in January 2001, after it spread to his liver, and by April, he was gone. And just a few months later, my father had it.)

Dad believed in knowledge empowering a person, so he studied up on pancreatic cancer, along with my cousin. Discovered it was hereditary among male Ashkenetic(sp?) Jews (Jewish men from Eastern European descent). He called my OTHER uncle (the black sheep of the family), who got tested and it came back negative. He said (and I'm quoting as close to verbatim as I can) "I guess being Agnostic (or Atheist) really helped me avoid that!" (Umm, descent has nothing to do with religious beliefs! And HOW the hell can you not believe in God/a higher power if you're in AA?)

Anyway, my father fought for a year, battling the cancer and having all these treatments, but finally an IDIOTIC student doctor told my mother, IN FRONT OF MY FATHER, that there was nothing else they could do for him and to take him home, get him comfortable and get hospice care for him in home. (That should NEVER EVER EVER have been said in front of my father!) He gave up at that point, and in less than 2 weeks, he was gone. But he didn't go at home, he was at the VA Hospital, on the Hospice care floor, with his friend's daughter, who was the head nurse of that unit, taking care of him.

My brother had stayed the night, after getting word from the nurse that Dad didn't have long to live. At 5:30 in the morning, he called, waking me and my mother up (not to mention my daughter and cousin). I swer, I never saw my mother get dressed so fast in my life! We were at the VA Hospital by 6:30. I left a little while later, going to pick up my cousin and daughter and drop my daughter off at her daycare. By the time my cousin and I got back to the hospital, it was 8 am, and by the time I got up to his room, he'd already passed.

this remind of when my sister Danced with my grandfather before he past away the year after my sisters graduation and to this day i grieve for him and if anyone bad mouths this i will personally see to it that they are chewed out for it

~snuggs her brother~ Thank you

~snuggles his sister~ your welcome