**Post** First one since before Thanksgiving.

Sorry I have not been able to get on here as I have in the past.. So many things have happened in the months leading up. Thanksgiving was one for the books. Went home to spend what I now Know was the Last one with my Father. Everyone for the most part was there. It was really great to be able to spend that day with my family. That I am Thankful! 

Christmas my Mother and Father in-law got a 2 day rental of a condo just a 2 min walk to the beach on Galveston. It was a Beautiful condo. My Mother and Father came along with my son and I to spend Christmas bohemian style. This trip was not exactly what i was hoping it would be. As much of anything pertaining to vacations in my family. My father very weak and in pain spend the time on the couch of this rental watching tv. My mother spent this time worried about my father and least to say this trip was not a Merry Christmas. 

New years came and went and My husband and I with our son made one more trip to spend with my dad right after New Years. That visit was amazing. We enjoyed the visit and had much to look forward to as we thought pertaining to my father.. But that would be short lived. 

On January 25th, 2016 My father had a feeding tube put in. That same day he was rushed to the emergency room. The next day, my Husband and I rushed to Memorial Hermann Southeast Hospital. I got there just as he was getting into a room. My Mother and my 2 Aunts were exhausted, they went home to sleep and my husband and I stayed over night with my father. If I would have known that would be the last night I would be able to hug and kiss my dad I  think  that  night would have went a little different. Me being myself was very strong willed about my father getting some nutrition into his body. His feeding tube had not healed, so he had not eaten anything in 4 days. He was for me, willing to drink a chocolate boost. That was not possible, all they had was vanilla.. So I went with the nurse on his floor and gathered chocolate ice cream and this french vanilla boost trying to hide all traces of its actual flavor so he would drink it. Needless to say I failed. He took one drink and said "Amelia, you cannot fool me. "That is horrible".  My husband laughing about the trickery and sneakiness I displayed almost in a childish manner. Nurses coming in going out. Taking blood pressure, taking oxygen levels, Temperatures. I got with the head nurse seeing my father and she agreed he would be able to get some rest 3 hours was the max she could delay anyone from coming in or out. If I knew that would be the last time I would  lay next to my father I would have probably got in the bed with him!! but I didn't. Instead I pulled up 2 chairs and laid out right next to his hospital bed. Through the hours of 1:30 and 5:00AM I listened intently to hear my father breathing thinking that every sec I heard him was a sec everything was okay. Morning came at 5:15 My father CPAP where air was forced into him to keep his blood oxygen levels up. Finally going down to get something to eat waiting on my aunts and mother to arrive. Problem Arms are swelling, White blood count is extremely high, antibiotics are not circulating as they should. A port seems logical at this point. Dad is getting wheeled to OR.. I catch him in the hallway I give him a kiss and a hug they wheel him in the room. Mom and I talk with the Surgeon. Antibiotics are going nowhere, not circulating through his system because his Vena Cava is being smashed by a tumor. "Gotta open her up" says the Surgeon. "Think of me as a plumber he says. I am going to Angioplasty the Vena Cava  put a stent in and get things moving. I go back in the OR tell my father I love him and that I will see him after his Surgery and I give him one more kiss and hug. My mother and my aunt go to get them some early lunch this would be the first thing my mom has eaten from the day before. It starts getting close to the time he should be out. My husband calls "you Guys need to get up here NOW" we go up and almost immediately from  the elevator the oncologist starts with my mother "we need to make a choice now Denise" " Do we want to put him on a ventilator", "No", My mother says, "That is not what he wanted." I am completely beside myself. My husband catches me as I collapse in hysteria. Dr. Nadeem, my fathers oncologist comes to the room to take me to my father. I am thinking he is still alive but dying, I go into the room I had just said goodbye to my father in.. I walk in and immediately bolt out of the room. I feel people trying to pull me back in. I had to get out. I ran down the hallway, and my husband takes me down.  The glimpse I had for less than a Sec will forever be with me. Just like that, My dad was gone. V-fib is what they said, Heart attack. This point it is climbing on 4 weeks since my father died, and well I am feeling as though this hurt and grief will never leave me. The anger I feel towards his pulmonary doctor, for watching my father slowly disintegrate in front of his eyes.. Without saying a word on how or why this was happening. The Sadness I feel Overwhelms me on a moments notice. Most days it takes everything I have to just simply go through the motions of everyday activities. The ones that are done are done poorly and to just to get by from day to day. Working Full-time and a 3 year old would be impossible if it were not for my husband. 

My Father was Cremated and his ashes are currently sitting with his hat and glasses on top in my mothers bedroom. 

Much like in a natural disaster, I am reminded that all of the things leading up to my fathers death was the calm before the storm. His death was the storm and now we are left with what I call the clean-up. Aftermath of all the hopes, and prayer for a miracle.  My mother is trying to be strong. Being Numb is not going to last forever, and once those gates open now that she is alone there in the home they shared for 20+ years I am so very worried about her. Depression is something that has been her shadow for years. Not exactly sure how much more she can take..  I think this is all I can write today..