“Toughen up girl.” Three words that I’ve heard my whole life. My Papa taught me to be tough, to not let life upset me, and to recognize everything will eventually turn out fine. While going through a tough time, I knew who would guide me through it. I knew that I could listen to what he said and apply it to my life. He was a no nonsense kind of guy and stubborn as ever. Brave, protective, caring, the only man in my life who has chosen me and cared for me deeply. Michael J. Mahaney. My wonderful grandfather. My Papa was a fighter. He was a survivor. He was my hero. Overcoming a few medical scares in the past lead me to believe that this one will be the same. After surviving prostate cancer and other little problems along the way, I wasn’t
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She told me that she talked to Papa this morning, and he seemed kind of out of it, so she left work to check on him. When she arrived, he told her that he took some of the leftover morphine, being from when my grandmother had in-home hospice in 2009. Stubborn. He was experiencing intolerable shoulder pain. We asked many, many times if he wanted to go to the hospital, and I’m sure anyone can assume the answer. Stubborn. He slept for the majority of the day and barely responded to anyone. He decided to go to the emergency room at about five o’clock in the afternoon. That says something. They immediately took him back to the emergency room because shoulder and chest pain are associated with the heart. They admitted him to the ICU. Throughout the course of the week, they found something wrong with his kidneys, liver, heart, his lungs filled with fluid. Infectious disease doctors found bacteria in his blood, which is the cause of the problems.There were many tests that took place. A test on every single organ, and every speciality of doctor were in with him. At this point, the problems kept arising, and this seemed very scary. Each day after work I would drive an hour to see him. Sometimes I went from the hospital, to work, and then back to the hospital. I did anything.
July 15th. A very hard day. July 15th could’ve possibly been the second worst day of my life. July 15th was the last day that I ever talked to my Papa, where he talked …show more content…
That is, undoubtedly, the hardest thing I have ever been through. I sincerely felt like he was ready to be with my grandma because if he didn’t, he would be fighting. Also, he told my mom that he did not want to be on life support be hooked up to machines to stay alive. Again, he was so stubborn. The respiratory nurse tried to turn the ventilator off one last time to see if he would breathe. I sat with my head on the bed, staring at his stomach, hopelessly praying for a breathe. He didn’t breathe. She turned the machine back on, and left the room. Soon to return to do something that would ruin my life. When she returned, she proceeded to take the tubes out of him.
She told me that she talked to Papa this morning, and he seemed kind of out of it, so she left work to check on him. When she arrived, he told her that he took some of the leftover morphine, being from when my grandmother had in-home hospice in 2009. Stubborn. He was experiencing intolerable shoulder pain. We asked many, many times if he wanted to go to the hospital, and I’m sure anyone can assume the answer. Stubborn. He slept for the majority of the day and barely responded to anyone. He decided to go to the emergency room at about five o’clock in the afternoon. That says something. They immediately took him back to the emergency room because shoulder and chest pain are associated with the heart. They admitted him to the ICU. Throughout the course of the week, they found something wrong with his kidneys, liver, heart, his lungs filled with fluid. Infectious disease doctors found bacteria in his blood, which is the cause of the problems.There were many tests that took place. A test on every single organ, and every speciality of doctor were in with him. At this point, the problems kept arising, and this seemed very scary. Each day after work I would drive an hour to see him. Sometimes I went from the hospital, to work, and then back to the hospital. I did anything.
July 15th. A very hard day. July 15th could’ve possibly been the second worst day of my life. July 15th was the last day that I ever talked to my Papa, where he talked …show more content…
That is, undoubtedly, the hardest thing I have ever been through. I sincerely felt like he was ready to be with my grandma because if he didn’t, he would be fighting. Also, he told my mom that he did not want to be on life support be hooked up to machines to stay alive. Again, he was so stubborn. The respiratory nurse tried to turn the ventilator off one last time to see if he would breathe. I sat with my head on the bed, staring at his stomach, hopelessly praying for a breathe. He didn’t breathe. She turned the machine back on, and left the room. Soon to return to do something that would ruin my life. When she returned, she proceeded to take the tubes out of him.