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Yngwie · 12-01-2007, 06:20 PM

I've posted this on 2 other boards since my dad first went into the hospital for a regular operation to get rid of a pain in his mouth that he's had to deal with for many year and than the outcome of it, but I will post it here along with the most recent events.

1. He went in for ONE operation to remove a pain he's been having to deal with for years. Prior to going into the hospital he was perfectly fine for the exception of the pain in his mouth.

2. After the surgery they kept him there for a week just to make sure all was ok. After the week was over he was released and sent home.

3. No more than 2 days after he was sent home he felt sick, he vomited a lot and could no longer walk, but he was still able to talk perfectly fine.

4. Back to the hospital he goes. At that point the docs had no idea what was going on. They did tests and all that shit.. Nothing.

5. Still in the hospital with no sign of finding out what happened and now he's having a hard time talking. When he talks it's extremely low volume and hard to make out what he's saying.

6. He gets an LP (Lumbard Puncture/Spinal tap and an MRI or CAT Scan with dye). The results come in and they see a couple very small Leukemia cells. My dad already knew about the Leukemia and it was nothing to worry about. Even the docs said that the cells they did find are nothing to worry about.

7. All of a sudden he can't swallow that well so the nurses are given a sheet with instructions on what to do to help him with eating and all the other shit.

8. WOW! Look at that! Now he can't swallow at all so they have to put him on a feeding tube in order for him to get "food". They wanted him to eat enough to see if it would build up his strength so that he could be strong enough before they do some chemo on him.

9. Seems that they decided to go with the chemo almost right away. Friday, November 29 he is going for some chemo to see if that helps any.

We (my mom, brother, sister and I) went to the hospital he was at for the chemo just to be there for him. He looked very rough and very tired. He couldn't talk so he didn't say anything. He just nodded. All seemed fine for the exception of him looking rough and being very tired. We were also informed that day that he also has encephalitis now. Like he needed more shit to deal with, but we know that it's easier to treat encephalitis now than it was when I had that when I was 5 years old.

We left the hospital with more hope that all would be fine. Today, December 1, we went to the other hospital he went back to after the chemo to visit him. When we got there he was sleeping, but looked much healthier. His colour was normal and he put on some weight. He than woke up and saw us all there, my mom, my sister, my brother and I, but he looked extremely confused as if he had no idea who we were.

We just looked at it as him being very tired and due to all the drugs they had him on it caused confusion. Shortly after he fell back asleep and we left to let him rest. As we walked out of the hospital we saw my dad's wife walking towards the doors. We stopped, chit chatted a bit, told her that he looked much better today etc..

We get home and 2 hours after we got back we get a call. It was my dad's wife. She informed us that he may have looked better, but he is not better. He got much worse. Now his brain has shrunk, he has a lot of fluid on the brain, IF he would make it out of this 1 of 2 things would happen

1. he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life. (He does not want to live his life as a vegetable. My brother, my dad and I have discussed this before and he said that if that ever happens NOT to let him live that way)

OR

2. He will experience frequent dementia for the rest of his life and I'm sure that with the shrinking of his brain that he will be partially brain damaged.

So either way this will not end good. I know that this post is very long, but it's the only way I can deal with all of this. By letting it all out. I'm very close to my dad so losing him will kill a HUGE part of me and change my life and the way I am forever.

All of this because of ONE fucking operation intended to get rid of a pain in his mouth. And guess what?? The pain was STILL there after the fucking surgery. So what did he get out of this?? He got sick and will probably die! He was perfectly fucking fine prior to this god damned operation! He was active all the time, very chatty, never sick than he gets an operation and BAM!

Can't walk
can't talk
can't swallow
has encephalitis
brain shrinks
fluid on the brain

and who knows what else. How the fuck does this happen???? God?? Fuck god! Never believe in "god" and never fucking will. My dad believed in god in his own way and look at him now?

IF there was a god I would have a few words for IT..

FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING USELESS SELF CENTERED PIECE OF INVISIBLE HORSE SHIT!

12-01-2007, 06:20 PM
Yngwie I am an Alien from space Industry Role: Join Date: May 2003 Location: Ontario, Canada Posts: 11,118	I may lose my dad soon.. I've posted this on 2 other boards since my dad first went into the hospital for a regular operation to get rid of a pain in his mouth that he's had to deal with for many year and than the outcome of it, but I will post it here along with the most recent events. 1. He went in for ONE operation to remove a pain he's been having to deal with for years. Prior to going into the hospital he was perfectly fine for the exception of the pain in his mouth. 2. After the surgery they kept him there for a week just to make sure all was ok. After the week was over he was released and sent home. 3. No more than 2 days after he was sent home he felt sick, he vomited a lot and could no longer walk, but he was still able to talk perfectly fine. 4. Back to the hospital he goes. At that point the docs had no idea what was going on. They did tests and all that shit.. Nothing. 5. Still in the hospital with no sign of finding out what happened and now he's having a hard time talking. When he talks it's extremely low volume and hard to make out what he's saying. 6. He gets an LP (Lumbard Puncture/Spinal tap and an MRI or CAT Scan with dye). The results come in and they see a couple very small Leukemia cells. My dad already knew about the Leukemia and it was nothing to worry about. Even the docs said that the cells they did find are nothing to worry about. 7. All of a sudden he can't swallow that well so the nurses are given a sheet with instructions on what to do to help him with eating and all the other shit. 8. WOW! Look at that! Now he can't swallow at all so they have to put him on a feeding tube in order for him to get "food". They wanted him to eat enough to see if it would build up his strength so that he could be strong enough before they do some chemo on him. 9. Seems that they decided to go with the chemo almost right away. Friday, November 29 he is going for some chemo to see if that helps any. We (my mom, brother, sister and I) went to the hospital he was at for the chemo just to be there for him. He looked very rough and very tired. He couldn't talk so he didn't say anything. He just nodded. All seemed fine for the exception of him looking rough and being very tired. We were also informed that day that he also has encephalitis now. Like he needed more shit to deal with, but we know that it's easier to treat encephalitis now than it was when I had that when I was 5 years old. We left the hospital with more hope that all would be fine. Today, December 1, we went to the other hospital he went back to after the chemo to visit him. When we got there he was sleeping, but looked much healthier. His colour was normal and he put on some weight. He than woke up and saw us all there, my mom, my sister, my brother and I, but he looked extremely confused as if he had no idea who we were. We just looked at it as him being very tired and due to all the drugs they had him on it caused confusion. Shortly after he fell back asleep and we left to let him rest. As we walked out of the hospital we saw my dad's wife walking towards the doors. We stopped, chit chatted a bit, told her that he looked much better today etc.. We get home and 2 hours after we got back we get a call. It was my dad's wife. She informed us that he may have looked better, but he is not better. He got much worse. Now his brain has shrunk, he has a lot of fluid on the brain, IF he would make it out of this 1 of 2 things would happen 1. he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life. (He does not want to live his life as a vegetable. My brother, my dad and I have discussed this before and he said that if that ever happens NOT to let him live that way) OR 2. He will experience frequent dementia for the rest of his life and I'm sure that with the shrinking of his brain that he will be partially brain damaged. So either way this will not end good. I know that this post is very long, but it's the only way I can deal with all of this. By letting it all out. I'm very close to my dad so losing him will kill a HUGE part of me and change my life and the way I am forever. All of this because of ONE fucking operation intended to get rid of a pain in his mouth. And guess what?? The pain was STILL there after the fucking surgery. So what did he get out of this?? He got sick and will probably die! He was perfectly fucking fine prior to this god damned operation! He was active all the time, very chatty, never sick than he gets an operation and BAM! Can't walk can't talk can't swallow has encephalitis brain shrinks fluid on the brain and who knows what else. How the fuck does this happen???? God?? Fuck god! Never believe in "god" and never fucking will. My dad believed in god in his own way and look at him now? IF there was a god I would have a few words for IT.. FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING USELESS SELF CENTERED PIECE OF INVISIBLE HORSE SHIT! __________________ ICQ: 16544251 - Skype: gator37 @ eastlink.ca - email: yngwie @ isys.ca