Good Night Dad sleep well

Hi Everyone sorry for not posting blogs for a while but its been a bit busy with me and this is the first time I have felt like blogging lately. It’s been a roller coaster of a ride for two months now with everything that has been going on with dad.

So what has been going on well,

My Dad as you may have seen in some of my earlier posts was diagnosed with cancer back in January and unfortunately we lost him on November 16th @ 8:45 am 2011. He will be missed by use all and anyone that knew him. We organised the funeral for Thursday 24th November 10am at Anfield Crematorium. It was a nice day as they go for these sort of events but there was a lot of people who turned out to say good-bye to him.

We arranged for him to come home before hand and he was in the house for three days and two nights. Lots of people called round to pay their respects and some to even have a last drink with him. We held a rosary performed by my aunty. Family and friends got to spend some time with him and say goodbye as all of them could not be with him during his last few days in the hospice.

 

What happened?

Well  I have been asking that my self as we constantly were getting good results from Clatterbridge and the specialist that the treatment was working. It was until he contracted pneumonia, he was admitted to Fazakerley hospital and they kept him in for a week and we had him on IV’s, for fluids and meds. They let him leave the hospital too soon he was not cured but we didn’t know that we thought the pneumonia had gone but it hadn’t as we would not have taken him for his cemo the following Wednesday. He went for it slept through nearly all of it then we went home. Then things went bad and he got worse and worse over the days. To the point where he was dehydrated through not eating and drinking and the phenomena. We had doctors out but their was nothing they could do as he refused to go back to hospital.  He was also getting more and more aggressive towards everyone. This went on until the following Wednesday when his next appointment when he was taken in and immediately had a load of nurses and doctors around him and they rushed him off to a ward. They ran tests and made him comfortable, put him on a drips for meds, liquids and morphine for the pain.

Yep he still had the pneumonia he should have never been discharged from Fazakerley and defiantly should not have had the cemo. We took it in turns to sit and stay with him due to his illness he was moved to a side ward. We could come and go as we pleased and stayed with him 24/7 he was never alone. We were his nurses we did almost everything we could for the nurses to take some pressure of them. Clatterbridge managed to get ride of the pneumonia with two weeks of antibiotics but he was not strong enough to continue with the cemo. Not having any imu system. We couldn’t get him to eat or drink so all him food was through drips but it was just enough. Then at the end of the week Clatterbridge said we had to move him to a hospice as there was nothing they could do anymore. He was dying.

We called everyone in to see him as he was expected not to live through the weekend family from far and wide came to see him and spend some time with him. He seemed to be making an improvement, slight it may be but it was an improvement. But he was still very ill. We made arrangements for him to be moved to a hospice but could only get one in Woolton not Fazakerley still it was only 15 mins away from home. Again he had his own room and again we were there 24/7 looking after him sitting with him talking to him. He had good days and bad days. Then we had a meeting with the head doc and nurse and they told us everything. Yes everything even the bad stuff. It was not good they where giving him three weeks at the most to live. They were right about the number it was three but it was days.

So how I am I doing?

The only thing getting me through this atm is thinking of the happy time. I have good days and bad days, not that you could tell by looking at me but most of the time I’m fine. Until someone asks about my dad or like now that I’m writing about him my eyes are filling with tears.

Good Night Dad sleep well, The pain has gone, You can rest at peace now, You have closed your eyes one last time, You are now in the arms of loved ones we have lost before you.