My dad was fighting lungfibrosis for a few years and as you might know that disease is deadly...
Basically it turns your lungs into stone and slowly you'll suffocate or you'll be posioning yourself with CO.
He was walking around with an oxygen tank already but 2 weeks ago his body was done and he was rushed to the ER.
He was already on the list for a lungtransplant but that could take months. The fact of the matter is that it would probbaly be too late in the end ...
Fortunately he was put up higher on the "rush" list and last thursday we were called with the message saying they had found a donor.
He had his transplant that very night but since then he's doing really bad. He can't talk, he's not himself, he loses weight and he can't cough up the flems.
Today they intubated him and they're going to do it that way.
I never had the "best" relationship with my dad, he was always very hard on me even though I was avery goo dkid, had awesome grades and ended up with a masters degree.
He never liked my skating, never liked the music I played etc.
That being said I respected him because he was a 'man's man". He could fix anything: Cars, the roof, plumbing .. .literally anything.
The last few years have been very very rough: My girlfriend"s cancer, not being able to have children anymore, my dad's illness, uncles who both have cancer, not being able to have intercourse with my girl anymore etc.
I'm praying something good will happen soon ... because it's ALOT to carry all of this by myself