Somewhere in the world tonight are four rather disjointed siblings grappling with the knowledge that their father passed earlier this evening. Over the past few years, Padre has been battling cancer. First it was bladder cancer. Once that passed, attention returned to a spot on one of his lungs. At first, he was reluctant to undergo chemo again. It must have been just so hard to endure the first time that a repeat was just not in him to do. So when my folks showed up a couple weeks before Thanksgiving a year ago, they told me about the spot on Padre’s lungs and the diagnosis of 3 months to live.
Well, that was over a year ago. Seems he began various treatments…. pills, chemo and such. But in the past several weeks, he went through a few blood platelet treatments and med changes, but he had developed congestive heart failure, pneumonia, leukemia and of course, lung cancer.
My little brother called last night to say things were going badly. This morning he called to say that he and Mom took Padre to the hospital in the wee hours… my Mom called Lad at 4:15 am; they called an ambulance to take him to the hospital. Everyone thought he seemed better after being put on oxygen, but while Lad and Mom were having dinner away from the hospital this evening, Padre passed.
Somewhere in the world, four siblings have lost their father.
What do you think?