My mom and dad had beentogether for 28 years and he was battling stage four lung cancer. Given his prognosis he wantedto marry my mother to make their relationship right by God. He wanted to tie uploose ends and make amends.
He was diagnosed with stage 4 small cell lungcancer on October 30, 2012 and was given six months to a year to live. In themonths to follow he wrote in his journals, leaving behind a letter he wrote toeach one of his grandchildren. He had also written down all his funeral plansas well, from the songs to be played, to pallbearers and even his own eulogy.
He was put in hospice on September 21, as the doctor told us the dreaded newsthat there was nothing more they could do for him. On September 27, he beganhaving seizures and things went downhill. My dad was a strong man and foughtfor nine days after that.
Even in those nine days he managed to hug his grandkids,acknowledge his sons-in-law and let us know he loved us.
I don't like to usethe term, "lost his battle," to me that makes one a loser and that issomething my dad never was, so I will simply say his fight ended on October 6 in the early morning just short of a year after diagnosis. He left behindboth of his parents, his sisters, his wife, daughters and 6 grandkids to whompaw-paw was their hero.