My dear, sweet father died last Wednesday night at home. Long story, short. He was diagnosed with two brain mets on Dec. 22nd last year. He had undergone 10 rounds of WBR and was doing okay with everything, but very tired. The lung cancer was stable as of the last appointment in Dec. The last couple of weeks he was so tired and not eating well, but we felt pretty good at the last oncology appointment. The doctor felt that he could still be tired due to just being a month out from radiation. That night, my dad was apparently reaching for a snack in the kitchen and had a stroke and fell. Combined with the stroke and blow to his head from the fall, he had a significant bleed in his brain. We worked hard to get him into hospice and home by Sunday afternoon. My mother and I cared for him from Sunday, until he died on Wednesday night with my mom at his side. It was very peaceful and I feel honored that I was able to care for him. The hospice was terrible, but since I'm a nurse, I just dealt with it. I feel that they took advantage of the fact that I am a nurse and didn't do much to help. My father didn't know any different, as he was unresponsive pretty much from the time he came home, but if I thought he was going to be with us much longer, I would have changed to a different hospice. Anyway...thanks for letting me share. I have been having a difficult time since the brain mets and just didn't have the energy to post any bad news here. We have lost so many wonderful people lately. It breaks my heart. I miss my wonderful dad so much. He truly was the kindest and nicest person you could ever know.
Cathy