Hey guys, Brittanie and U-Wen here. Were writing this update and giving mum a break. We just got home from Bernies place. Shes this amazing lady who introduced us to using oils as a form of treatment for dad. Dad looks forward to going to her place every weekend because he always feels better after Bernie works her magic. These oils get dad through each day - mum works on him throughout the day, everyday, massaging him with the oils, getting him to inhale it, applying the oils directly to his head at the site of the tumour or dropping various different oils into his mouth for him to ingest and take into his bloodstream. Bernie has oils for everything, so if you ever need a natural remedy for literally anything, mosquito bites, acne, cuts n bruises, migraine, stomach aches, exam stress, etc, we can definitely hook you up with her. So anyway, dad hasnt been feeling very well since Christmas Day. He generally feels bad but he cant tell us why or where or how painful it is - its a speech thing (darn dysphasia 😠). He cant find the words he wants to use so therefore, we dont understand him. And when we cant understand him, we cant really help him. Vicious cycle much? Mum probably still understands him best but its become even more difficult for her too. Anyhow, today was, lets be honest, not a great day. Dad wasnt his usual self after Bernies session. He was still weak at the end of the session and we (mum included) had to support him and move him around. Many times today, he couldnt even help support his own weight. It was very difficult to see him like this today. I mean, hes dad! Hes our dad! Dads our inspiration, our hero, our go to guy, our voice of reason, our protector - and a fierce protector at that! You really dont want to mess with him when it comes to mum or us. After we got home and got dad safely into bed, mum had a word with us. She knew that we could see that dad has been in pretty bad shape. As she cried, she told us that for dad, his oncologists are now in life prolonging mode. They are no longer trying to cure him. Im sorry, whuuuuut?!?!! U-Wen just turned 17 last month and Im gonna be 19 in ten days. Surely dads gonna hang around for much longer than that... So, mum did a terrible job of controlling her tears and so did we. We all had a terribly big and ugly cry. We hugged, mum prayed for us and dad, we said Amen, we cried a whole lot more, then we cried some more and then after we cried we cried again. You get the picture. Then mum said that we are still going to fight this with dad - obviously. But now more than ever, dad needs all of us to come together and fight this with him. If you know dad, then you know that he does two things exceptionally well, swearing (in various different languages) and his ability to push on, never even thinking about quitting. And we aint quitting either. Mum said in her prayer for God to please take over. To do for dad what we and the doctors cant. She asked if there was a miracle with dads name on it? She asked for quality of life for dad rather than one of prolonged pain. We ask for all of that too. But we also want God to know that wed like to have him for another 30 years too... please. We love him too much to let him go now. Dad starts his third cycle of chemo tonight. Were hoping and praying for these 5 days to pass with smiles, laughter and minimum pain. Yupp, we pray.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 14:38:36 +0000
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