Just when I thought the worst time of my life (so far) was over, as I completed 1.5 years of my life with Nuo...now comes another testing period.
Out of the blue, I lost my dad. He was fine, going about his life and chores at home. He had complained of being tired, had even met a couple of doctors, including a Cardiologist just 4 days before he suffered a severe heart attack and left us all. No red flags were raised by any of the doctors. His hypertension medications were altered and thats it.
I was looking forward to spending a relatively stress free, vacation with my mom and dad in Dec. But destiny had it otherwise.
Dad was always upbeat throughout my rough times before and during my transplant process. Partly out of his ignorance of such complicated illnesses, partly for just being himself.
At 77, he would accompany me to all the local government offices we had to run around for the legal paper work around my transplant last year. His social skills often made it easier to deal with the otherwise difficult government officials. He prayed with all his heart for the transplant to be a successful one.
He was the rock at the worst of times when mom (after her stroke) and I lay sick in different rooms in the house. He took over the house, the kitchen...everything to ensure we were both back to our normal self. Over the year my dad really helped mom get back her health, recover from her stroke fully - mostly by himself.
Amazing.
He leaves a legacy of having lived gently and cheerfully. Indeed. I was overwhelmed with the attachment so many different people had to him across ranks of society.
Its been a month (today) of living without the one man in this world who would love me no matter what I did/said/felt...It is extremely difficult.
After the transplant process many people tagged me as being a strong, brave woman. I did not have an option then. Now yet again, fairly soon, I am expected to be strong and brave again!!! Again, I don't seem to have an option...
But this time around, I find myself a lot weaker...
To my loving Dad...RIP.
Out of the blue, I lost my dad. He was fine, going about his life and chores at home. He had complained of being tired, had even met a couple of doctors, including a Cardiologist just 4 days before he suffered a severe heart attack and left us all. No red flags were raised by any of the doctors. His hypertension medications were altered and thats it.
I was looking forward to spending a relatively stress free, vacation with my mom and dad in Dec. But destiny had it otherwise.
Dad was always upbeat throughout my rough times before and during my transplant process. Partly out of his ignorance of such complicated illnesses, partly for just being himself.
At 77, he would accompany me to all the local government offices we had to run around for the legal paper work around my transplant last year. His social skills often made it easier to deal with the otherwise difficult government officials. He prayed with all his heart for the transplant to be a successful one.
He was the rock at the worst of times when mom (after her stroke) and I lay sick in different rooms in the house. He took over the house, the kitchen...everything to ensure we were both back to our normal self. Over the year my dad really helped mom get back her health, recover from her stroke fully - mostly by himself.
Amazing.
He leaves a legacy of having lived gently and cheerfully. Indeed. I was overwhelmed with the attachment so many different people had to him across ranks of society.
Its been a month (today) of living without the one man in this world who would love me no matter what I did/said/felt...It is extremely difficult.
After the transplant process many people tagged me as being a strong, brave woman. I did not have an option then. Now yet again, fairly soon, I am expected to be strong and brave again!!! Again, I don't seem to have an option...
But this time around, I find myself a lot weaker...
To my loving Dad...RIP.
