Happy Father’s Day to my Dad & Grandpa up in heaven. I was blessed with 2 great father’s for most of my life. While my grandpa stepped in & took that role when my father was no longer here to do it, I learned to appreciate the role of a father more than anyone could know. So if you have a father who loves you, show him love back, he could be gone tomorrow. I love you & miss you both, thank you for everything. Rest in Peace. ♥
Cancer struck you multiple times, but you always overcame it. I just wish the cancer you last battled didn’t overcome you. I miss you grandpa, more & more each day. It’s been almost 2 months since I literally watched you pass, where you are, your pain is no longer present. I LOVE YOU.
Been having a rough day, actually, a rough past few months. I feel so lost, like I can’t get myself back on track. In February, it was the 6 year anniversary of my father’s death, which was ruled a murder (the result of a medical malpractice), in which justice had never been served due to a lack of doctor’s that would agree that what was done was wrong.
For the past 2 years, my grandfather has been in and out of the hospital a numerous amount of times, & between January and April, he spent the 4 months in hospitals & rehab centers in an attempt to get better, until he was diagnosed in February with kidney and bladder cancer (it was so aggressive that the doctors were asking if he was exposed to anything harmful, because they had never seen anything like it). Every single day in between my classes in college, after classes, and when I had free time, I’d be at the hospital or where he was placed at to visit him, take him outside, talk to him, sneak him food, everything. On April 2nd, he endured a 14 hour surgery where the doctors removed his kidney, bladder, prostate & 2 hernias that they found while operating on him (mind you, he was 83, & was already living without a colon due to having colon cancer many years ago). The doctors gave my grandpa 48 hours to live. He lived through it. Between that day & two weeks later, I believe I went to see him once or twice in the hospital, because we weren’t allowed in his room/allowed in for more than 5 minutes. Exactly two weeks after his surgery, my grandfather suffered a major heart attack & went into cardiac arrest, at which he died and was revived by the doctors afterwards. We received a call at about 6:30 that morning telling us he had trouble breathing (my grandma answered, so she was unsure of the situation). Without knowing what really happened, I went to class, my mom & younger brother went to school (she’s a teacher), & my older brother went to work. However, we all had to leave to go see my grandfather, for they said gather our families, this is it. We stayed at the hospital in his ICU room for 12 hours, trying to talk to him, he was lifeless, physically there, but that was all. The only thing keeping him alive was his respirator. We decided as a family to leave, & make our decision tomorrow. We each said our final goodbyes, begging for forgiveness, saying we loved him & he’d be okay, the amount of tears cried were enough to fill the ocean. Although my grandfather couldn’t speak or move, we saw tears in his eyes. The next day, I stayed home from my field class where I student taught, & went to the hospital. Not much changed, he was the same way he was the day before. It was tough. I put socks on his feet & noticed his toes were turning black, I knew this wasn’t good. As we decided to leave for lunch, we told my grandfather we’d be right back, & in that moment, he lifted his head up, looked to the left towards my mom, to the right at me, then put his head back & again began to cry. My heart broke, everything inside of me grew cold, because when he looked at us, it was like he was looking through us. Deep down I feel he knew what was going on, he knew what was destined to happen. We stayed a bit longer, until we saw no more tears, & left for lunch, promising him to come back (however we couldn’t). The night passed & it was a new day, but a worse day. The hospital called again, saying to get our families & come to say goodbye, because this would be it. I happened to be in class, my brother picked me up the second I finished & we raced to the hospital. My grandfather looked worse than he did, nothing that the blackness of his feet were signs of gangrene (organs shutting down). We were there for about 2 hours, when the nurse asked us to step out for a bit so they could freshen my grandpa up, make him look a bit better, so we left & got lunch, then were allowed back in about an hour later. My brother happened to be outside waiting for our friend to come (she’s like our sister). As we got back in the room the nurse told us that they’d let us know when it would be close to his time to pass on into eternity. My mom brushed my grandpa’s hair, the nurse brushed it to the wrong side, & began to talk to my grandpa, telling him that “it’s okay, we’re gonna be okay, go be with Marianne now, she needs her daddy (that was his daughter, she passed away when she was 11 from Leukemia), go & see your brothers & sisters, your parents, go see Paul (my father), you did good dad, it’s gonna be okay”. I tried not to cry, I wasn’t sure if my grandfather was aware of what was going on & I didn’t want him to get upset, but within 10 minutes of us being there, I saw my grandfather take his last breath, where my mom then said “he passed” - my grandmother was in shock saying “what? how do you know?” His heart rate was slowing dropping, the machine never flatlined, but he was gone, there was no heart beat, no respirator moving up and down signaling breathing, nothing. The first thing I did, was text my brother “Come up. Now.”
My grandfather passed at 2:52 pm on April 18th. He fought so hard for so long, I kept asking “why did he have to suffer for so long? why did he need to suffer these last 3 days?” For anyone who is religious, you will take note that his condition is known as “purgatory”, when ones body is purified and made ready for heaven. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of him, he lived with me my whole life, he became my father when my own passed away, I took him for granted at times, but I loved him dearly. For anyone going through a rough time, it gets better, maybe not now, but one day, it will. I hope my grandfather will now rest in peace. September 1, 1928 - April 18, 2012.
He fought for so long and so hard to continue living. I love you grandpa, I’ll never stop loving you. Forever in my heart, always on my mind <3
September 1, 1928 - April 18. 2012.
While I posted 2 weeks ago that he underwent surgery for bladder and kidney cancer, resulting in his bladder, kidney. prostate & 2 hernias being removed and being told he wouldn’t live past the 48 hour period, my grandfather has pulled through and has been recovering in the hospital, still with cancer.
Early yesterday morning, my grandfather suffered a major heart that caused him to go into cardiac arrest and die. However, after 3 minutes of being dead, the doctors revived him. Between 6 and 11 am, we received 5 calls from the hospital to gather our family and come say goodbye, because once my grandfather was taken off of his respirator and blood pressure medication, he’d be dead within 3 minutes. From 11:30 in the morning until 8 o’clock at night, my family & myself spent the day in my grandfather’s ICU room; while he could not move nor open his eyes, or respond to anything. For the last hour, we each took turns talking to him and saying what should have been our final goodbyes - apologizing for what we felt we did wrong to him, reassuring him that we’d be okay, etc. We then left. I’ve spent these past 2 days crying in grief.
Today, what was left of my grandfather’s one kidney began to slowly work again, although nothing else is seeming to get better. He also opened his eyes, looked around & then began to cry, however still seeming unaware of anything around him. We haven’t allowed to hospital to remove anything, because we aren’t sure if he’s in pain, and my grandfather is a bull when it comes to his health, NOTHING can or has knocked him down - he always gets back up.
While this week might be his last week leaving, I ask that my followers or whoever can, please say a prayer in honor of my grandfather, of me and my family, for he soon may pass on and live in eternity, or he may continue living; just please pray for him, because they say “you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone”, but I know what I’ve got, and I don’t want it to be gone.
It won’t take long for you to pray, but please, please pray. He’s been like a father to me since my own father passed away in 2006, all I want is for him to be okay and not suffer any longer.
My grandpa today (April 2nd), went through a 14 hour surgery - one that involved removing his kidney & bladder (which were both filled with cancer), and also his prostate. During this surgery, the doctors were not able to completely remove his bladder due to the bladder being infused with another organ, they also realized he had 2 severe hernia’s; we were told if he hadn’t received this surgery, he would have bled to death, however, they said that my grandfather is lucky if he makes it through the next 24-48 hours.
I know that this isn’t a post with a girl in her bikini, of someone smoking weed, or of a guy with abs laying on the beach, but this post is real life. This post is something tragic happening in my life and my families life and is one that can happen in yours too.
If you guys can please, say a prayer, a short prayer for my grandfather and my family, it would be greatly appreciated as we go through this tough time and hope my grandfather can pull through this curve in the road and be on his road to recovery. I love you grandpa, please keep fighting and stay strong.
Can everyone please reblog/like this? The more notes on this, the more prayers for him. He’ll be so happy to see that so many people care for him. I love him so much.
My softball team wearing pink to support Cancer awareness. Our head coaches father, who helped us out throughout our years even as young children to be the best varsity softball team our school has ever seen passed away due to having cancer, this past season was dedicated to him.
Hello I'm Presley. I'm 20 years old and from New Jersey. Double major in education and English, but a musician at heart. I've come to the realization that not all smiles mean happiness and not all hearts are warm. In life, we all go through different experiences & hardships that shape us into the person we will eventually become.
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