70DartMike
Too many projects
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. The cancer has spread from his neck, down through his lungs, around to the back side of his head and in his brain, and you can physically see it coming through his skin all the way down his chest and stomach. He has a lot of trouble breathing since the cancer has taken his neck, and it's slowly closing it, so as you sit there with him, all you can hear is large gasping noises, like every breath is a struggle. He is constantly throwing up bile, and cant seem to keep anything down. Not that he can even eat it, it's all put in through the tube inserted into his stomach. Then there are the hallucinations, where he calls me Chris, because he doesn't recognize me as his own son, but instead thinks I'm his brother. Fair enough though, I didn't see him for 10 years of my life, how ignorant could I be. Then when I finally do see him, he's got cancer and isn't going to make it. I guess 2 chemo's and more radiations than one human being can take isn't enough. Then he wanders out of the hospital, following his friends who are trying to kill him, begging them to let him live. Or Judge Judy, who is trying to shove him down a slot in the toaster, to burn him to death, so he doesn't sleep for days at a time, because he is afraid to fall asleep and have these nightmares. I hate to see him suffer like this. This is the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. A drop of morphine every half hour, plus motrin mixed up and inserted in his stomach, plus steroids (which he asked not to have), plus extra shots of morphine, and still feeling the pain. It's just not fair. He shouldn't have to deal with this. Please just let him go now, please god, just let him be on his way. Please.