My uncle had been stubborn all of his life, never going to the doctors even when very ill. He had quit smoking 10 years prior and ever since has had problems with his breathing, on last Friday he went for a walk and when coming back he found it very hard to breath, more so than normal. He asked for an ambulance to be called ao he must have been in a lot of pain, then he seemed to do well in hospital. On the Monday he was given medication and then started bleeding from the back, this worried the doctors so they gave him tests to see what was wrong. On Wednesday his results were back, he unfortunately he was diagnosed with terminal bowel and stomach cancer, and there was nothing that could be done as he was too weak.
He got to go home on the Friday and have palliative care from these lovely carers, we went to visit him this Saturday, he could barely speak, just small whispers. He was so weak and unfortunately hours after seeing him he wasn't strong enough anymore, he became agitated, his breathing was getting slower and slower. He passed away the same day later in the night.
I'm in total shock, my dad had phoned him two weeks before he passed and he could speak, and then on the Monday he was in hospital he had spoke to my dad via text. I just don't understand how he went so quickly? Maybe I just don't want to believe it, he even said on the phone to my dad that he has known for some time that he feels like his time is up? He must of had this cancer for some time.
It's so heartbreaking, my dad said him passing has been harder than when his mum passed 25 years ago, and will never get Uber his brother dying, since he was a father figure to him since his dad died when he was very young. Seeing him crying makes me feel so sad since I can't bring him back for him. I hope he is in heaven with his parents, cats and dogs, hopefully they greeted and waited for him.