searchingpeace
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- May 2, 2023
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As I am writing this I am with my dad at the hospital. They are going to transfer him to hospice. For you who dont know, hospice is where people go to die. I've been crying non stop since I heard it from the doctor. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer February of 2022. Back then I was shocked but I was told that "prostate cancer is not that bad" . What I wasn't aware of is that it was stage 4 cancer. To be honest I intentionally stuck my head in the ground about this. I didn't want to hear that my dad didnt have much time. With cancer diagnosis, I spent all that time trying to get the best care for him: I managed all his drugs, doctor appointments, blood draws. Everything. Even when I was totally physically ill and in severe pain, I kept helping him. I could of drank my SN some time ago but I stuck around for his sake.
He was doing fine under my care a couple of months ago. His pain was out of control, particularly his back. I spoke to his cancer doctor about this and she recommended radiation therapy. This was going to shrink the tumors on his back alleviating pain and slow down the cancer growth. He never made it to that appointment.
About a month ago he begged me to call emergency for a hospital ride. He was in hysterics. I was shocked at how he acted. Ive never seen that from him. He couldnt move his legs. He went and got a spinal surgery to remove a tumor in his back.
But it was all for nothing. We were told he would never walk again as the cancer is all over his bones. ... I spoke to the cancer specialist. He told me there no longer any options. "The cancer now has to take its course."
He is in the process of dying.
My dad is my everything. We always stayed together since we had never had any friends or family to go to. We both lived miserable, pointless lives. We suffered greatly as life constantly threw shit at us, me especially; always getting sick. This shit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulcerative_colitis has caused me great pain and agony throughout the years. I was hospitalized at least 4 times with one stay lasting just under a month. I was bleeding to death with that hospital stay.
But my dad was always there. Everyday he'd come to visit me without fail. From morning until dusk, sometimes even staying overnight sleeping on the couch.
My dad and I were inseparable. We spent our free time going shopping, going to the gym everywhere. Almost everyday we to McDonalds to get coffee in the morning. Even the small things meant alot because we were loners.
This has been such a miserable life only to end like this. The universe has done everything it could to me to force me to kill myself. And I think it has won.
I cant live with any friends or family. I cant imagine living day after day without anyone. If I die no one will notice.
Im supposed live decade after decade a complete loner???? My fucking psych says I have to live no matter what. No no no fuck that. I have my SN ready.
I just wanted to write this down for everyone to read Maybe someone here is going through this experience.. Im such a sad fuck. Why is my SI so strong in the face of insurmountable pain??? My poor dad. He didnt deserve this. I didnt deserve such an insult from god.
I am so fucking alone and it will be the death of me. Thank you for taking the time to read.
He was doing fine under my care a couple of months ago. His pain was out of control, particularly his back. I spoke to his cancer doctor about this and she recommended radiation therapy. This was going to shrink the tumors on his back alleviating pain and slow down the cancer growth. He never made it to that appointment.
About a month ago he begged me to call emergency for a hospital ride. He was in hysterics. I was shocked at how he acted. Ive never seen that from him. He couldnt move his legs. He went and got a spinal surgery to remove a tumor in his back.
But it was all for nothing. We were told he would never walk again as the cancer is all over his bones. ... I spoke to the cancer specialist. He told me there no longer any options. "The cancer now has to take its course."
He is in the process of dying.
My dad is my everything. We always stayed together since we had never had any friends or family to go to. We both lived miserable, pointless lives. We suffered greatly as life constantly threw shit at us, me especially; always getting sick. This shit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulcerative_colitis has caused me great pain and agony throughout the years. I was hospitalized at least 4 times with one stay lasting just under a month. I was bleeding to death with that hospital stay.
But my dad was always there. Everyday he'd come to visit me without fail. From morning until dusk, sometimes even staying overnight sleeping on the couch.
My dad and I were inseparable. We spent our free time going shopping, going to the gym everywhere. Almost everyday we to McDonalds to get coffee in the morning. Even the small things meant alot because we were loners.
This has been such a miserable life only to end like this. The universe has done everything it could to me to force me to kill myself. And I think it has won.
I cant live with any friends or family. I cant imagine living day after day without anyone. If I die no one will notice.
Im supposed live decade after decade a complete loner???? My fucking psych says I have to live no matter what. No no no fuck that. I have my SN ready.
I just wanted to write this down for everyone to read Maybe someone here is going through this experience.. Im such a sad fuck. Why is my SI so strong in the face of insurmountable pain??? My poor dad. He didnt deserve this. I didnt deserve such an insult from god.
I am so fucking alone and it will be the death of me. Thank you for taking the time to read.