on nov 18th, my dad was rushed to the hospital following an esophageal bleed, which was the result of a prior banding procedure he received for complications from his liver cancer rupturing.
he fought, and improved bit by bit. against medical advice, he left the hospital yesterday. we all begged him not to, but he just wasnt in his right mind at all. he visibly just was so, so sick. they said if anything happened, he could rush Straight back with just a call
last night he kept complaining of dizziness, then stopped being able to move from pain and shortness of breath. they did cpr for 30 minutes in the ambulance, but was pronounced dead after arriving
it still all feels entirely fake. finances are about to get even more difficult now that he is gone
tomorrow, on the 5th, i have a $250 payment that ive paid $92 off of so far. theres also just daily life expenses and other things we struggle with enough before this happened
im very much in shock and dont know how to cope. any and all help is appreciated; we dont know what we're going to do, im so sorry to keep asking as of late.
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it will be $1,200 to cremate him. the folks we are working with are very kind
im doing my best to be strong but i am very exhausted. thank you all for the help so far. none of this feels real. we had a tumultuous relationship but i never wanted it to end like this
shit man, this football game is fucked. i just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the stronghold" or some shit and a fortress rose from the ground and our team got shot at with cannons and had the ball stolen. the camera didn't even go onto him that's how common shit like this is. my ass is using dust kick and bounce shot. i think i just heard "giant spider" from the goalie. i gotta get the fuck outta here
I write these words to you with my hands trembling and tears streaming down my face. My heart is torn apart, my soul melting with pain, and time is passing like a predatory beast approaching to take my little child away from me. He now lies on a hospital bed, his tiny body trembling, his breath slowly fading under a ventilator. His eyes are half-closed, as if life is escaping him right in front of me, and I am helpless, devastated, unable to save him.
The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery, but they are demanding an amount I cannot afford.
They told me words I never imagined I would hear: "Either you pay immediately
or we will disconnect his ventilator." Imagine, my friend, your child being sentenced to death, not because there is no treatment, but because you do not have the money. Imagine seeing your beloved child, a piece of your soul, having their air sucked out, their hope snatched away, while you stand helpless, your hands empty, your heart screaming without anyone to hear it.
I'm scared... so scared. Every minute that passes robs him of his life, and every moment I spend without help brings me closer to the nightmare I don't even want to think about. Please, my friend, I beg you with every tear I shed, with every cry I hold tight to my chest, help me... save my child.
Any amount, any assistance, any sharing of my story could bring him back to life.
I'm not asking for much. I just ask that my child not be taken away from me before my eyes, that I not live the rest of my life remembering how he died because I didn't have enough money to save him. Please, before it's too late, before everything becomes just a painful memory, don't leave me alone in this horror... Don't let me bury my child.
Please, my friend, I beg you like I've never begged anyone before: Don't let my child die, don't let me live through this hell. Anything, any amount, any sharing of my child's story could be the lifeline that keeps him alive.
I swear to you, there's no more time... Death is getting closer, and I stand here watching without being able to do anything. Please, please, don't let this be the end... Don't let me lose him.
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I like shipping them in GO more because they’re adults but imagining them as a cute teen couple is so adorable, young love… not that they’re old at all in GO but you get what I mean
Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink
