My father noticed blood in his urine and had a nose that bled whenever he got out of bed last Sunday, Jan. 16. We finally called the ambulance when the nosebleed wouldn’t go away (FYI: he takes the blood thinner Warfarin, and this is not uncommon, realize). At first it seemed like nothing, I even told the operator, Take your time, at first. But then as he lay on the couch waiting for the ambulance, he slipped into unconsciousness. He never woke up, and the doctor says he has no independent brain function. He probably won’t recover.
I am usu. hesitant to go into personal detail on these boards. But my father was my rock and my anchor. I loved him very much. I lived on disability at home with him. And I relied on him in many ways.
As I told you all on another post a while ago, my father was never the same after an incident in 2007. But we still had fun together. We went on boat cruises, we took vacations, we went to concerts. And I had no reason to believe I’d lose him now, none at all.
After another tragedy in 2004, I started telling my father I loved him–several times a day in fact, he was my life after all. You see, prior to that, it didn’t seem appropriate for a male relative to tell another male relative he loved him. But now I know if you don’t do it now, you may never get the chance again really.
I know I’ve never said this before. But I feel a sort of kinship with the rest of you on these boards. Belonging some place is important, you know. Although it says I joined the boards in 2002, that is actually due to a glitch that happened then. I actually joined in 2001–ten years ago exactly. As you can see, I also posted my 1000th post recently.
I look forward to reading all you replies to this. And if any of you have advice to give (they may put my father in hospice soon), I’d be glad to hear that too, even under the circumstances.
Yeah, my signature says Love Takes No Less Than Everything. I used to think it was my mother (1927-1996) who inspired me to say that. But now I know it was my father too:).
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