Dealing with parents passing???

Posted by Adventurous_Cloud_20@reddit | Xennials | View on Reddit | 35 comments

This is a rough one. Obviously not everyone has a great relationship with their parents, I do and I count myself extremely fortunate in that.

The man I call "Dad" is actually my stepfather. He married my mom when I was 9 and my kid brother was 4. He formally adopted us a year later. He is, and always will be, my dad.

Since August he hasn't been feeling like himself. Slowing down, losing weight, in pain lot, but just associated it with getting older (he's 73) and went about his days. Just after Labor Day, he asked mom to take him to the ER, he hasn't been to the hospital, doctor's office, what have you, since 1988. I won't go into serious detail, but after that visit, tons of visits to specialists, and a biopsy and rounds of testing yesterday that only confirmed what we already knew, he's at an advanced stage of prostate cancer that's spread aggressively in the general area down there.

During the scans, they also found spots on his liver and lungs which probably aren't related to the prostate cancer, but are definitely issues in their own right that would also need treatment.

The point is, he's going to die. The chances of successfully treating his prostate cancer alone are very low, the oncologist told him so. Because it's spread everywhere, removal would be extremely difficult, and radiation wouldn't be effective enough to shrink it down before it's too late. It's already too late. They're proposing hospice care and he's already accepted what's going to happen.

I haven't.

I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's going to be gone. I know it's part of life, I've always known I'd have to deal with my parents passing at some point, we all do sooner or later, but I just can't see him not being here by Christmas. I can't make myself see that it's happening. Every time I try to talk about it I break down into a sobbing mess. I'm a big strong man, a Navy man, a career railroader, I'm tough as nails, I'm not supposed to cry. Crying is for wussies who can't handle the real world.

My dad's dying, he's in pain, he can't go out to do chores, he can't drive up town for coffee. He can't check fences, or check his cows, he can't climb up into the combine for harvest. We (his 4 sons) have done all the harvest, and between us and the neighbors we got everything done as of yesterday. He's happy that we've got the season finished out and mom won't have to worry about bills. 2025 is his last harvest and he didn't get to do anything. Yeah, I cried like a baby when I hauled in the last load last night. I couldn't even walk into the elevator office and get the scale ticket, the scale operator brought it out to the truck.

I don't know how to cope. My dad will be gone. Is it knowing ahead of time that's making it worse? Death on a schedule? Is it knowing what he's going to go through and dreading that for him, but also dreading watching it? I don't know.

I've lost loved ones before, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, but this is different and I don't know why.

How'd you all deal with it? I'm played out and he's not even gone yet.