My morning today began with a slow start. As a matter of fact, I was dreading today. Ever since we found out that my dad has approximately 6 more months left to live, any interactions with my dad have been heavy hearted.
Approximately at 815 am my dad calls me advising he doesn't feel well. My standard response to him is what do you want to do? His response is, cancel the appointment. So I inquire what his symptoms are because usually he tries to avoid appointments, especially after a negative visit.
After finally convincing him he needs to go he blatantly says why should I even go anymore, the doctor put me on death row. He starts to cry and assure him no one has done that and that kind of attitude is what will kill him faster.
It turned out to be a very exhausting day, emotionally. The doctor cried with us and assured him that we are not going down the path of end of life care but rather enhancing his quality of life. Sometimes it takes a doctor with a heart of gold to convince the most hard headed man that we want him to be as pain free as possible.
