A VERY SAD DAY
I took the day off of work. I mostly cried all day. I went back to the hospital to finalize the decision that my father had made ironically enough on Father’s Day. My father would be taken off all the machinery and moved to room where he would receive pain management treatment.

I cried a lot in the hospital today. Im sure I cried so much that I probably worried my Uncle Leon who was there with me.

My father’s heart is only functioning at 10 percent capacity. If he had the operation to remove his legs there would be a distinct possibilty that he would not live through the surgery. Besided my father told me time and again that he did not want them cutting on him. Hence, his refusal for them to not do anything more with his prostate/rectal cancer diagnosis. He did not want it investigated further. Also he has pneumonia. Pneumonia in someone in his age group is a very dangerous thing. Its the type of virus that takes lives. He has heart failure hence the increased risk of certain death in surgery. He has renal failure. Recently, whenever he has dialysis he has to be rushed to the emergency room because his body can not tolerate the one procedure that seems to be keeping him alive.