Good morning: Well, the very first thing that comes to mind is one that I think of often...and smile. I spent the last 7 days with my father. He was diagnosed in late Nov/early Dec. He slowly got sicker each week, I see now. He went thru 3 hardcore chemo treatments. (Lost his hair.) Once a month, I think. After that they did another pet scan and low and behold the cancer was worse! He had mass(es) on his back, so they did a really heavy dose of radiation on his back. That made him even sicker than the chemo did. I always thought it was the other way around. I talked to him every day for months. We spoke honestly about the cancer, but not often. Usually is was business as usual. Two weeks before he died, he was walking around their property just like normal. He had been spending most of his time in bed and I think it was his last hoorah. Then that last week he really got sick. His girlfriend, Joy, and I took care of him 24 hours a day for 7 days. One night we set the alarm every 2 hours for morphine. We quickly learned we couldn\'t function like that. He was constantly trying to get out of bed. Our sleep was very light, we were always listening for him. One time, the day before he died, I was kidding around with him, and I asked him to smile. He gave me the most sarcastic, toothless grin possible. I told Joy that he was up and lucid. She asked him for a kiss and he gave her one. We spent the day telling him it was OK for him to let go. The next day, the hospice people were over (on a Sunday) and short version is I sat down with him and forgave him for some of the mistakes he\'d made. An hour later, with Joy, his social worker, and I sitting next to him, he slowly left. I am so thankful I had that last whole week with him. Even as hard as it was to watch him in so much pain all the time-and it was the hardest thing I had to do, I wouldn\'t give up that last week for anything. Well, that\'s my story - the short version anyway. Ask me anything you\'d like. Actually, thanks for asking. Melissa
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