LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER
MAY 11, 1954 TO JANUARY 13,2003.
do not have hep C my father did. He got it in the 70's when
he had a blood transfusion. Back in 2000 he was diagnosed
with hep C. About a year after that he found out he had cirrous
of the liver. For almost three years he was not having any
of the symptoms of the disease. He was working as a CNA, working
almost 50 hours if not more. He was looking great in fact
you could not even tell he had hep C at all.
He finally decided to try some of the new drugs that were
out there and maybe even get a liver transplant. When he decided
to look into the new drugs he was starting to feel the faint
symptoms of the disease where he was feeling weaker and loosing
weight. Finally it came down to that day where he quit work
hoping he could go back sometime.
After he quit work he started feeling worse. He was not gaining
weight, wanted to sleep all of the time and he even did not
want to come out of the house. One early morning he came up
to my house asking me to take him to the hospital because
he stomach was hurting. We thought it was nothing but he said
something was really wrong. They admitted him and after three
days we learned he had a infection in his stomach which was
eating at his liver.
He stayed in the hospital for two months. While in there he
stopped breathing was put on a breathing tub and was in a
coma. It was hard we thought he we were going to loose him
then, but he came out of it a week later. Finally, Christmas
Eve he came to live with my sister. We were taking care of
him. Washing him, getting him in and out of his bed, helping
him walk, and even brush his hair. At first he was doing almost
everything for himself.
About one week after he came home he all he wanted to do was
sleep. He did not want to get up or take his pills at all.
Some days he never even ate. We would wash him, brush his
hair, talk to him, let him watch tv, and even brush his teeth.
Just a few days after he would get up he went into something
like a coma. He would not respond, move his eyes or even move
at all. We did the same thing day in and out. Taking care
of him was getting harder each day. We were seeing our father
die in front of our own eyes. He was loosing more weight and
we could start to see his ribs.
That day finally came where we did loose him. On January 13th,
2003 he passed away. We were all there as a family and he
was gasping for air. We knew what was happening, he was dieing.
We stayed there with him, told him we loved him,. said we
would be ok if he leaves us. He did pass away that night with
his family there. It was the hardest day of my life. I was
only 19 and I was seeing my Dad die in front of my eyes. How
could this be happening? He was too good of a guy to be going
through all of this. He was a great father and a loving friend.
Remember this, your family is the best thing you have. It
is something you can always go back to when you know that
you did something wrong. I know now to take advantage of what
you have as a family because it will not always be there for
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