My dad died of lung cancer in September of 2006. I took care of him. I watched the horrors of the disease take over his mind and body.
He was diagnosed at the end of April and it took just 5 short months to take his life.
And in those 5 months, we LIVED at the doctor's office, hospital, chemo office, radiation office, emergency room - you name it, we were always there. Hardly ever at home until it came time for hospice to step in.
You'd think that would have been enough for me to put the cigarettes down, but no.
At least I am doing it today, I figure. I think he would at least be proud of that.
My doctor harped on me endlessly about quitting because of my family history - stating how much more likely I am to get cancer because my immediate family member passed from it. You'd think that would also be enough for me to quit, hearing that every single time I go to the doctor! Doctors are smart, they know you, they care. right?
My dad has just been on my mind a lot more lately than usual (he always is, but more lately)
The pic is of my daddy holding me right after I was born. It's my favorite picture of me & him, always has been.
Look for more blogs from me - y'all are gonna get to know me lol.. I am a very open & honest person, maybe too much so. But it is what it is ...