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Great Uncle Frank -- spent his 92nd birthday in bed on Feb. 2. I spoke with him via phone and he did not sound good.
He weighs 100 pounds and is now so weak he cannot stand without help. He spends 24 hours per day in bed praying for death and wonders why it will not come. His doctor has taken him off all heart medications but GUF lives on.
Remember awhile back I mentioned that I thought he was too tough for his own good. He is. This is the part I did not want to see. I never thought I would wish for my father's death but I do. Not good.
Myself -- I've been through the barrage of tests. Heart doc says my heart is good enough to survive surgery. Stress test + pix. However, he's put me on another med because ultra sound of neck shows arteries 50% blocked. One more pill. Soon I'll need a suitcase just to carry my medications.
CTscans indicate cyst is slow growing and there is no need for immediate surgery -- optional. Since I do not care much for the scalpel I oped for wait and see. Also on new meds for control of prostate enlargement. 6 months and then see if it has to get trimmed down to size.
So, it's a wait and see what breaks down first and attack that -- one thing at a time. This body of mine is like an old car with 300,000 miles. It smokes (like me), shakes and rattles (like me), sputters and pops (like me), is slow starting (like me), weaves a little going down the road (like me), and you always wonder if it will get you to the final destination (NOT like me -- final destination guaranteed.) and that's that story.
He weighs 100 pounds and is now so weak he cannot stand without help. He spends 24 hours per day in bed praying for death and wonders why it will not come. His doctor has taken him off all heart medications but GUF lives on.
Remember awhile back I mentioned that I thought he was too tough for his own good. He is. This is the part I did not want to see. I never thought I would wish for my father's death but I do. Not good.
Myself -- I've been through the barrage of tests. Heart doc says my heart is good enough to survive surgery. Stress test + pix. However, he's put me on another med because ultra sound of neck shows arteries 50% blocked. One more pill. Soon I'll need a suitcase just to carry my medications.
CTscans indicate cyst is slow growing and there is no need for immediate surgery -- optional. Since I do not care much for the scalpel I oped for wait and see. Also on new meds for control of prostate enlargement. 6 months and then see if it has to get trimmed down to size.
So, it's a wait and see what breaks down first and attack that -- one thing at a time. This body of mine is like an old car with 300,000 miles. It smokes (like me), shakes and rattles (like me), sputters and pops (like me), is slow starting (like me), weaves a little going down the road (like me), and you always wonder if it will get you to the final destination (NOT like me -- final destination guaranteed.) and that's that story.