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My father lost his battle with cancer last night. He was 60.
Man went through a lot the past year. From having his left lung removed, going through 12 rounds of chemo, having a met on his forehead (Bone), then having to go through 12 rounds of radiation, having his brain swell, having surgery on his forehead (With a hole as big as the bottom of a coffee cup due to the radiation), to only find out he had a met on his brain, and finally immunotherapy. The last time we got to see his normal self was on Thanksgiving. Things just went downhill after that.
Saddened of course due to losing him, but saddened because the man was tough. Thought he’d beat cancer for good, but he just wasn’t afforded any time to really recuperate. He was acting normally the day after the lung surgery. General surgeon said he was tough. He was supposed to lose his hair and appetite going through chemo. Still had all his hair after the treatment and his appetite decreased slightly the last few weeks of chemo. Oncologist said he was tough. You couldn’t stop the man from doing some housework or errands even if you tried.
If there was one thing I am thankful to God is that I got to experience the man be alcohol free. Alcohol was a demon he couldn’t shake for so long, and it brought out the various shades of drunk within him; even the violent, confrontational type. He was no saint by any means, but who doesn’t have their own cross they have to bear? I got to witness my father take Holy Communion and confess his sins for the first time - and sadly only time - in my life. Reason being he never had his first marriage annulled, and even though his second wife - my mom - had died 3 years earlier, he still felt it was inappropriate to take communion as he still felt he was in the wrong.
Another thing I am thankful to God is that everything we didn’t do with our mom, we were able to do with dad. My mom never had a chance to fight her cancer as misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis befell on her, so she never received the appropriate treatment. She died alone in the hospital. My dad did put up a fight, he was able to see a priest, was able to receive Anointing of the Sick, was able to get hospice care, and died surrounded by loved ones.
I apologize for the long winded post. I hope that whatever suffering he went through was sufficient enough to absolve his sins and that he truly is at peace in Heaven with God, being reunited with lost friends and family. If not yet, then I ask for prayers that he eventually will.
And let’s pray that the devil’s spawn, the emperor of maladies finally gets conquered. Let insight from above inspire those in the medical profession to finally find a cure that eradicates all forms of cancer once and for all.
Man went through a lot the past year. From having his left lung removed, going through 12 rounds of chemo, having a met on his forehead (Bone), then having to go through 12 rounds of radiation, having his brain swell, having surgery on his forehead (With a hole as big as the bottom of a coffee cup due to the radiation), to only find out he had a met on his brain, and finally immunotherapy. The last time we got to see his normal self was on Thanksgiving. Things just went downhill after that.
Saddened of course due to losing him, but saddened because the man was tough. Thought he’d beat cancer for good, but he just wasn’t afforded any time to really recuperate. He was acting normally the day after the lung surgery. General surgeon said he was tough. He was supposed to lose his hair and appetite going through chemo. Still had all his hair after the treatment and his appetite decreased slightly the last few weeks of chemo. Oncologist said he was tough. You couldn’t stop the man from doing some housework or errands even if you tried.
If there was one thing I am thankful to God is that I got to experience the man be alcohol free. Alcohol was a demon he couldn’t shake for so long, and it brought out the various shades of drunk within him; even the violent, confrontational type. He was no saint by any means, but who doesn’t have their own cross they have to bear? I got to witness my father take Holy Communion and confess his sins for the first time - and sadly only time - in my life. Reason being he never had his first marriage annulled, and even though his second wife - my mom - had died 3 years earlier, he still felt it was inappropriate to take communion as he still felt he was in the wrong.
Another thing I am thankful to God is that everything we didn’t do with our mom, we were able to do with dad. My mom never had a chance to fight her cancer as misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis befell on her, so she never received the appropriate treatment. She died alone in the hospital. My dad did put up a fight, he was able to see a priest, was able to receive Anointing of the Sick, was able to get hospice care, and died surrounded by loved ones.
I apologize for the long winded post. I hope that whatever suffering he went through was sufficient enough to absolve his sins and that he truly is at peace in Heaven with God, being reunited with lost friends and family. If not yet, then I ask for prayers that he eventually will.
And let’s pray that the devil’s spawn, the emperor of maladies finally gets conquered. Let insight from above inspire those in the medical profession to finally find a cure that eradicates all forms of cancer once and for all.
