So, this stems from the meltdown in the Fallout 3 thread.
Here we go.
December 14, 2007 After a 13 month battle with prostrate cancer my dad died of either a heart attack or a pulmonary embolism. (either way the end result was the same)
Up to that point the fight seemed to be going in his favor.
Every thing the doctors had done to combat the cancer worked, for a while anyway, then, they’d have to move on to the next step up.
He was 61.
December 17, 2007 My 19 year old niece gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I’m not just an uncle, but a “great” uncle. (ha ha)
March 29, 2008 Niece had been out with friends, got home, went to check on baby, started screaming.
He was already cold./quote]
SIDS. (apparently our state ranks 15th in SIDS deaths)
Now, if you want, we can go back to 2005, my aunt, (dad’s older sister) died of lung cancer November 10th or so. ( hey look, that’s the day after tomorrow)
Back up 3 years to 2002 and my gandma, (dad’s mom) went into the hospital to have a polyp removed from her colon. Which would, [quote] Greatly improve her “Quality of Life”.
(quote from quack doctor)
Except for some reason, the abscess behind the polyp didn’t show up on any scan or in any blood test. (oooops, see, when you expose cancer cells to the atmosphere, they run rampant through the body like wildfire)
She probably won’t make it to Halloween.
(quoting dr quack again)
Grandma apparently heard this from either him or one of us and actually made it a week past Halloween, just to prove the fucker wrong.
Back up another 8 years and grandpa, (dad’s dad) had a stroke in September, then another one in October, then 5-6 more, til his body couldn’t take it any more and he died. (buried him on Halloween 1994)
So, for most people, the holidays are a bit depressing.
For our family now, well, they are just downright brutal.
Yeah, all of this depresses me quite a bit.
Mostly though, I’m really really really fucking pissed right the fuck off about my dad dying.