Hey Carly!!! Yes I am back!! It has been a long time and a lot has happened to me lately. I am not sure you got my email in reply to your concern. So if you did get my email and not sure how to respond and to update everyone else here goes Cinders life part whatever number I am at now. :(
Thank you by the way for caring. It always feels nice to be missed and believe me I needed the caring and hugs. Here goes the update for everyone else who may be interested.
I really wanted to be on here but with looking after my friend for a month; it was a nightmare. We ended up in emergency three times with two of those times all nighters. Aputik (my friend from high school) that I sometimes mention, had her thyroid out in September. The incision site got infected; the first trip to Emergency, The second trip was for the fact the antibiotics where not working and she was bleeding/ the infection was leaking out. The doctor in the Emerg room took one look at it and almost freaked. He had her put on an IV pump and arranged for a nurse to come in every day to change the antibiotic's bag. The last time was to make sure that she had her prescription renewed because the surgeon did not fax the renewal to the pharmacy. She was on the pump meds for two weeks. What a disaster. Anyway she is doing much better and has a nasty scar at the base of her neck which will hopefully fade in time
With all the sleep I was getting (NOT) I caught my son's cold from my husband (everyone had it). I was coughing so hard I threw my back out again. It has not been too happy with me lately anyway and that was the last straw. Man did it hurt; I thought it was Bronchitist or something, but I guess it wasn't. This was around the long weekend we have in October (second Monday of October each year).
The week before I had gotten a blood test to check my Diabetis (where my blood sugar was staying at) and was planning on seeing him for the results two weeks ago, that did not happen.
Friday October 16 I got a call from my dad's sister that my dad was in hospital since Saturday and that they did not know if he would make it through the night. His other sister called to say he had passed away on the same day. Apparently my Aunts thought I knew my dad was sick with the throat Cancer again. I did not know because the few times I talked to him he never said anything about the Cancer coming back. I know he could not swallow well but not the real reason why. He would just tell me his throat was soar or the throat walls where hardning from the radiation treatments in 2003. He could only swallow the liquid food called Resource. It had all the vitamins and stuff he needed to stay healthy. I found out from my Aunt that he could not swallow water in July. He apparently was living on two large bottles of alcohol and was smoking again. (My dad was an alcoholic since he was 18 or so and a smoker since he was 12) He was 75 when he died. Glen and I had to take the kids out of school for the week following week. He was living in my Aunt's (his sister) basement apartment. He apparently had passed out and was conscious long enough to call her to call for an ambulance. When my Aunt saw him she did not recognize him. He was just a walking skeleton with the Cancer growth prominent. As much as I wish he had told me I think I am glad that I did not see him in that state.
I had to go through the apartment and decide what to do with his stuff (I being the eldest of two kids) I am the executor of his will. The apartment was a disaster. I guess my dad could not look after himself by the end. My Aunt and a friend of hers cleaned up the worst of it before we got to Ottawa (it is around 6 hours to drive up there from where I live. My sister was not much help and did not want anything from him. I got her to take some stuff for her kids to have from him. He was an artist too, in his own way.
Anyway sorry for all the details. I am still in shock and feeling like an idiot for not realizing that the Cancer had come back. When they treated him in 2003 the hospital had a power failure and some patients got too little radiation and some got too much, which is what happened to my dad. Because of the extra radiation the Cancer returned. We can't go back at the hospital because he signed a waiver that he would not hold the hospital responsible for any side effects of the treatment.
Glen and I have to go back up and finish the cleaning and take or toss the rest of the stuff in his apartment.
On a twisted note my dad's oldest sister has Alzheimers (not sure of spelling) and I found out a bunch of things about my dad's family that he never talked about. All I can say is that I am glad that my Aunt is good natured because she was always getting yelled at by her sister when the same story would be told over and over and over..... I also found out that when my ancestors came to Canada in the 1800's they probably married First Nations women, so that I may be related to them somewhere. It would explain my dad's darker skin.
Again sorry for the long post just wanted to update you to what I have been dealing with. Thank you for being patient and understanding. Hugs to all and I am not sure when I can post again but hopefully it will be soon.
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