- Drug Dumper Jul 30, 2018 at 09:20: PM
Drug Dumper
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You know how we will talk about our parents, what will we do without them, yada, yada yada? And to keep in touch, tell them how loved they are, etc., because they'll be the only parents we'll ever have? Well, don't forget your siblings, if you are on decent terms with them. Because they're the only ones you'll ever have too.
So, my brother died last weekend...was diagnosed with advanced (Stage 4) Cirrhosis of the Liver in February. He lived about 5 hours away, so we really didn't see each other that much. Literally have not SEEN each other since 2001, but stayed in touch via e-mail, texting, Facebook up until about 2 years ago. Then, poof, nothing. Nada. He wouldn't communicate with anybody, so I kept up with him through his daughter, who basically did everything for him, (even though he had a wife....who's worthless). And a son, who is a heroin junkie. Anyway, sad life. Personally, I think he was still drinking...and taking any kind of drug he could get his hands on to kill the pain. The docs told him in February he could not have anything stronger than Tylenol....yeah, right....the last time he went to have paracentesis they drained 12 liters, and he was having that done every 2 weeks.
The reason I'm posting this is because it's one of those woulda, coulda, shoulda things going through my head. I wish I woulda just gone and shown up at his front door so he'd have to see me, coulda tried more often, and shoulda told him I loved him more often. He knew, because I sent him a text asking if I could come see him and spend some time with him a month ago. And that I loved him. He said no because he didn't want me seeing him look the way he looked. When I saw him in the hospital bed, I was literally shocked to the tips of my toes. Teeth had rotten out, and he was about 130 pounds (all in his belly). He was septic, had pneumonia, and a gastric bleed and being kept alive with a breathing machine. The docs gave his daughter and me the choice to disconnect everything because he was not going to survive and keeping him on the machine was just prolonging the inevitable, so we said yes (his wife "just couldn't be there to make that decision....") and I held his hand as he took his last breath. Took about 3 and a half minutes. Just him, his daughter, my husband, and me. It was so peaceful.
If you have siblings, reach out (unless it's one of those situations where there is no relationship....) If they have kids, reach out to them, because they're gonna need you when the time comes that they may have to make a difficult decision and they're gonna need your help.
So, my brother died last weekend...was diagnosed with advanced (Stage 4) Cirrhosis of the Liver in February. He lived about 5 hours away, so we really didn't see each other that much. Literally have not SEEN each other since 2001, but stayed in touch via e-mail, texting, Facebook up until about 2 years ago. Then, poof, nothing. Nada. He wouldn't communicate with anybody, so I kept up with him through his daughter, who basically did everything for him, (even though he had a wife....who's worthless). And a son, who is a heroin junkie. Anyway, sad life. Personally, I think he was still drinking...and taking any kind of drug he could get his hands on to kill the pain. The docs told him in February he could not have anything stronger than Tylenol....yeah, right....the last time he went to have paracentesis they drained 12 liters, and he was having that done every 2 weeks.
The reason I'm posting this is because it's one of those woulda, coulda, shoulda things going through my head. I wish I woulda just gone and shown up at his front door so he'd have to see me, coulda tried more often, and shoulda told him I loved him more often. He knew, because I sent him a text asking if I could come see him and spend some time with him a month ago. And that I loved him. He said no because he didn't want me seeing him look the way he looked. When I saw him in the hospital bed, I was literally shocked to the tips of my toes. Teeth had rotten out, and he was about 130 pounds (all in his belly). He was septic, had pneumonia, and a gastric bleed and being kept alive with a breathing machine. The docs gave his daughter and me the choice to disconnect everything because he was not going to survive and keeping him on the machine was just prolonging the inevitable, so we said yes (his wife "just couldn't be there to make that decision....") and I held his hand as he took his last breath. Took about 3 and a half minutes. Just him, his daughter, my husband, and me. It was so peaceful.
If you have siblings, reach out (unless it's one of those situations where there is no relationship....) If they have kids, reach out to them, because they're gonna need you when the time comes that they may have to make a difficult decision and they're gonna need your help.
