Cant get over losing my dad

My dad was diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer 18 months ago. He went through treatment and his tumor shrunk by 50%. Last week he was feeling poorly we had the respiratory nurses in 3 times and they wanted to send him for a chest xray. My dad was unable to go because he was so ill. The respiratory nurses said that it was ok he could go when he was feeling better. My dad ended up in hospital last week they gave him 2 antibiotics and he was on a drip. The doctors said that my dad had pnemonia. 4 days in hospital and 2 different antibiotics they said he was making no improvements. They took us into a room and told us that my dad was going to die and that they will make him comfortable. I cant get over the way they pumped him full off morphine so quick. I feel they took my dad away and didnt let him say what he wanted to say. He tried to ask for a pen by the time we managed to get him a pen to write what he wanted to say he was out off it again. My dads death was horrible gasping for air for nearly 2 days constantly pumped with morphine. I just cant get this image out my head its going to haunt me forever. The doctors and nurses say that he would off been comfortable. I dont think he looked comfortable he didnt deserve to go like that. My dad was the best and he didnt want to die in hospital but they wouldnt let us take him home. I am full off guilt and grief and what ifs. I just feel like 4 days off treatment to then just give up. Did we even give him a chance to get better. 

  • Hey, I just read your post. My dad passed away just over 2 weeks ago and I too am shocked at how quickly he deteriorated. He too had lung cancer although we didnt know this until yesterday when given the post mortem result. Hs was treated in hospital for 5 weeks for a fungal infection in the lungs he never even had.

    I feel lots of guilt too. I feel relieved he is no longer suffering and then I feel guilty for feeling relieved. 

    I too have the haunting images of my dad, a frail weak man in the place of a strong determined one and these images will always stay i feel.

    A friend a work today who nursed his grandfather in his final weeks of his cancer told me that he looks at it differently.  In his grandfather's eyes, he saw his only grandson, sitting by his bed, talking, caring ect. He was not aware how poorly he looked and my work friend feels comfort that was his grandfather's last images.

    Same for me and you too ... there last moments on the earth were spent with their loved ones around them. The people who they lived the most. A pants moment for us but everything to them!

    Feel free to message me, I'm struggling too. Maybe we can see each other through x

    Keep strong xx