My father was doing well tonight. He’s a little fedup of lying down all the time, but whenever he tries to get up and do something taxing he breaks out into a sweat and even a fever at times.
He has some shortness of breath but doesnt cough that much.
He looks so humbled these days, quiet, resting, waiting and trying very hard to survive. God only knows how he finds the strength to carry on each day knowing that it’s one day closer to the inevitable. I guess we all walk this journey, but none of us really understand what it feels like to be so close, so unexpectidly.
He’s gone to bed now, I wish him the happiest of dreams.
I miss him already.
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Just wondering how your father is doing. My mother was just recently diagnoised with lung diease and was given 1 year with chemo.