Hi my name is Cassandra,
I am 22 years old and I lost my dad on Feb 6 2009, the worst day of my life. My dad was my best friend I spoke with him daily on the phone and he was my whole life.
Last Aug he started to have real bad pain in his lower stomach. He went to get it looked at and the doctor told him it was a bladder infection. The pain got worse he was always hunched over in pain. He went to the hospital after having blood clots and blood in his urine a nurse there told him it was because he had taken advil.
They did an ultrasound on him in november and found an apricot sized lump on his bladder. In the beginning of December they took a piece of it out to check it. The end of December he found out it was cancer. He went for another ultrasound and scan in the beginning of January where they found it spread to his kidney and prostate. They had plans of removing his bladder and kidneys and prostate but he needed three doctors to do the surgery and they couldn’t get their schedules to meet.
My moms mom had said when she found out my dad had cancer that she didn’t want to live to see him die or what would happen to us when he did. On January 16 she passed away, this was also the day my dad was told the cancer was now in his lungs. I was soo scared. I was loosing my dad but he told me to stay positive and the doctors can remove the cancer from his lung.
The end of January my dad had an appointment, that I found out later he waited for instead of going for help when he couldn’t breath and was dizzy all the time because he needed to get some info from his doctor that wouldn’t tell him anything about what was going on. He went to the doctor who told my dad that he shouldn’t even have driven there… that’s how low his oxygen and hemoglobin counts were. He then took an ambulance to the hospital where he needed fluid around his lungs drained. My dad called me and told me he needed to talk to me in person so I grabbed a cab and went to him. He had two tubes in his lungs and looked sooo fragile. I never thought I would ever see my daddy like that. He never said what he wanted to say.
He was supposed to get out on Tuesday after being there for 4 days, that turned into Wednesday which turned into Thursday. My uncle called me to say “Get here now. He isn’t going to make it to the weekend”. So off I went to hunt down my sister and brother , found them and got to the hospital. My dad was on heavy meds and was really not agreeing with them because they were making him paranoid. he didn’t know what was going on so that night they changed his meds.
On Friday he was asleep when he died at 3:55pm with his family by his side. This is the hardest thing I could even imagine going through and if not for my 2 yr old son I would not be here today. I miss him more than I can express and I lost not only my daddy but my best friend.