I’m glad to be there for my father but Jesus Christ it is ever traumatizing
TW - medical talk, hospitals, surgery details.
Six months ago my dad was diagnosed with stage 3C rectal cancer. Underwent intense chemo/radiation. Took a break for a month where he randomly fucked off with his wife to another country before surgery. He declined during that month significantly and was unable to walk property and had severe headaches and nausea.
He had a loop ileostomy placed that came with complications. He’s been in the hospital for almost 3 weeks now. They found a mass in his brain. Not sure if it’s benign or not. His output is way too high and he’s severely dehydrated and not eating anything. He will remain in hospital until it improves.
When I close my eyes I see his absolutely discouraged expression when the wheeled him out of the MRI room when they found out about the brain mass. I hear the sobs my step mom let out when he told her it was in the brain. I see the face he made when they removed his stitches. I feel the way he squeezed my hand. I hear the screams he let out as they removed his drain. I smell the smell of his output and remember how it felt to hold him as he threw up over and over again. The sound of retching with nothing to throw up anymore.
I have nightmares every night the past three weeks about losing my father. The other night I dreamt I was drowning in his output.