My dad complained of an earache. My mom took him to an ENT, I sent my 18 year old son (at the time) to go with them because my mom had fallen the week before and getting her and dad around was a task. I stayed at home because my 12 year old daughter was starting 9th grade at the high school and I wanted to be home in case she missed the bus etc. I thought the drs appt was no big deal. My son came home and told me that dad had throat cancer. He went back to the ENT for scoping. In the waiting room the Dr told us that dad had 3-6 months left. Then he took me aside (knowing I was a nurse) and told me realistically he had 1-3 months.
My entire family was there and when I explained what the Dr said they didn't believe me. It was up to me to tell dad the news. He took it much better than I would have ever guessed. He didn't want the radiation treatments. He 'wanted to go out the way I came in', no surgery, no chemo, no radiation.
That was September 2, he died on Xmas night. I promised him he wouldn't be alone and he wasn't. Unfortunately, my family fell apart. My mother died 9 months later. It was a mess that I wouldn't wish on anyone. The story is much longer but it's not necessary to go into a lot of family drama details.
In those the months between his diagnosis and death, I spent every single day with him. I lived an hour away and would drive to Baltimore every morning around 11 and sit with him until I had to leave for the 3-11 shift at the hospital another 30 minutes away. Those were the best memories I have of him. We talked about everything, life, death, what dreams we had the night before and what they meant. One in particular, he was waiting at a bus stop, when the bus arrived, he saw all his old friends from his army days. They had all passed. When he tried to get on the bus, my mother wouldn't let him. We both knew what it meant. Mom wasn't ready to let him go.
I had one dream in particular after he died; we were in his rose garden I was so happy to see him, I woke up crying because he told me he couldn't stay. It was the most real, intense dream I have ever had in my life. I have no doubt we met somewhere between here and there.
I hope when my time comes, I'll be half as brave as he was. I still miss him like crazy. That was 1994.
That's my story.
What?! ... I'm msndrstood.
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