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mrMonkeyChunks · 15th Apr 2012, 20:31

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Originally Posted by ry@n

Recently I actually considered buying a bumble bee outfit to put on my rabbit.

I read this and began googling to see if they do a bee outfit in dog sizes. Turns out they do, it's in my basket now.
My dog will hate me.

AmEv · 15th Apr 2012, 21:01

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Originally Posted by KidMod-Southpaw

Me? Leave Bit Tech for more than 2 hours at a time.

I think your record was 72.... *ducks*

lysaer · 15th Apr 2012, 23:29

Watching my father get further and further away from the brain tumor he was diagnosed with 2 months ago.

Its quite a sad story.

He was at work one morning 2 months ago doing his endoscopy list when he realised he was having trouble using the computer. He shrugged it off as just a mild cold or something.

On his way home that night he overtook a bus that was stopped picking up passengers when he felt a huge hit in the car which shook him to his core, he looked around but couldn't see anyone or anything he managed to make it home where he told us what happened.

I went outside to examine the car and managed to establish he had driven over a traffic island, since there was no damage to the wings or side panels but the wheels were all smashed up. I drove up to where he thought it had happened to make sure no one was involved or anything, fortunately it was ok.

The following day we went to the hospital to get some tests done, since my dad is quite a well known respected Dr the radiographer called us in personally to talk, we knew it was bad because of that and we were expecting a stroke in relation to the heart surgery he had a couple of years back. They gave us the diagnosis of a gliyoplastoma tumor in his brain, none of us expected that, the reason he had the crash as well was because the tumor had affected the optic pathway and caused what is called a hemianopia, where he had lost peripheral vision in his right eye. The nurse that was with the radiographer started crying we weren't sure why, turned out she had stomach cancer a few years back and my dad had saved her life.

So with this information in hand my dad had to stop working that day, that was hard to see as he loved his job, he was planning retiring this April from the NHS and just keeping his private practice and doing a free clinic thing at some local leisure center.

His operation was booked for the week after and during that week you could see him rapidly degrading, he couldn't remember certain things or people.

The night before his operation he was positively terrified, I've never seen my dad like that before. So he had his operation and fortunately all went well with no complications. The next couple of days he was pretty out of it, a lot of confusion and memory issues but as he recovered they got better, not 100% but to a point where he had a perfectly good quality of life.

He came out of the hospital and was home for a week when he developed a severe headache one morning, which became so bad we had to get an ambulance. He was taken to hospital and they treated it as a meningitis, but they never really found the cause of what it was. So two more weeks in hospital and he got to come home again.

He was at home for a week after that where he was making some incredible strides to getting better, he was a lot more mobile, talkative and generally brighter, you wouldn't of been able to tell he had been in major surgery a few weeks ago.

Unfortunately the Sunday morning I got a call from my mom that dad had had a seizure, fortunately I only live 10 mins away so rushed over. He continued having seizure after seizure until the ambulance arrived, about 5 in total with no breaks. He was rushed to hospital where they anesthetized him to get the seizures under control and then he was taken to intensive care.

He slowly started to come around a couple of days after being in intensive care and one night when I was there he tried to pull his intubation tube out so I had to hold him down while they extubated him, that was fairly intense. Once the tube was out all he could say was thank you, after that he didn't speak for a couple of days due to the trauma in his throat from the intubation.

He was then moved back to the hospital where they did the original operation, under the care of the surgeon who operated on him. By this point you could see how severe the impact of the tumor and seizures had been, he was having trouble forming words and remembering who people were.

They moved him up to the ward where he progressively just kept going down hill, the surgeon came to talk to us and said there was nothing more they could do. We were going to try and get him into a hospice where they could look after him better because as good as the nurses were, bless them, they didn't have the kind of time to dedicate to him as he needed, after all it was an acute surgical ward.

A colleague of his managed to get him into a hospital he used to work at where they could look after him properly.

3 weeks ago Tuesday they stopped feeding him through the gastric tube he had in his nose as this was thought to be the most compassionate thing to do in his state, he had not eaten anyway for the last 3 weeks prior and had only been fed through the gastric tube, whenever he was asked if he wanted to eat or drink he just said no. The problem was if they fed him, because he wasn't swallowing properly and he hadn't been eating, there was a chance he could regurgitate the food and choke on it or cause pneumonia, which is a horrible way to die.

So we went in everyday asking if he wanted to eat but he just kept saying no, they had estimated less than 10 days from Tuesday 3 weeks ago since he wasn't eating.

Then the Tuesday the week after I was there at night and his pulse was really week and breathing heavily laboured, he'd stop breathing for a few secs and then start again, every time i looked up from reading and he wasn't breathing would think, that's it, then he would start again. 50% of me wanted to just run away thinking I just couldn't be there and watch him die but the other 50% knew I had to stay. This went on for a couple of hours until suddenly he woke up and started demanding water,i was like ok then wtf. So I got some ice cubes for him to suck on and for the last week he was quite alert eating ice cream and fruit, drinking water and juice but his ability to find the words was still getting worse. Then on Wednesday he stopped eating and drinking again and since then he has been unable to form any kind of word, he's aware of people and acknowledges them by opening his eyes and his mind knows what it wants to say but his brain is unable to transform the information to speech and all he can do is groan. He's become almost completely unresponsive over the last couple of days, we think he might not be able to see anymore, but we are worried his mind is still aware of his circumstance and situation, effectively leaving him trapped in his own body.

Having to see him in this state from being perfectly fine 2 months ago is very difficult indeed. On top of that I haven't been able to go to hospital for the last 3 days as I've developed a herniated disc and can't barely stand, sit or walk and have to have surgery this week with all this going on. I hate the thought of not being there for him right now and we're fairly sure it's going to be any day now.

The worst of it all is he dedicated 44 years of his life to the hospital, helping people, saving their lives and right as he was about to retire this happens to him. He sacrificed a lot to be the Dr he was, especially time with his family. We all thought we would get some dad time when he retired, but life is just not that fair.

I've heard some pretty amazing stories about him though, from patients that have come to visit, from his colleagues he used to work with and from his friends as well.

If i could give him an injection to go to sleep right now I would, but we are kinder to our animals than we are to people

Anyways this is the saddest thing I've had to do.

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knuck · 15th Apr 2012, 23:44

...

Nothing can be added to this thread except, maybe, how sorry I am for you, your dad and your family.

lysaer · 15th Apr 2012, 23:56

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Originally Posted by knuck

...

Nothing can be added to this thread except, maybe, how sorry I am for you, your dad and your family.

That's very kind to say, but don't feel sorry for us, although he was retiring from the NHS i feel sorry for the people he could of still helped at the free clinic he was going to join.

Sometimes when patients came to see my dad if he believed they need a specific treatment and the patient couldn't afford it he would organise it and pay out of his own pocket. He always put his patients first, he was forever in trouble with NHS management over helping patients to much or over working, or spending to much on drugs. Like if the NHS said a Dr should only give say 10mg drug due to cost but he thought the patient needed 20, he would give em 20 and take the flak.

He did regret not spending enough time with his family but he just loved helping people so much, last week when he was a bit more coherent, he was trying to tell me something and it was that he just couldn't stop working, he was so upset he had to stop so abruptly

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Elton · 16th Apr 2012, 02:53

I don't think I could ever really complain about life anymore..

modfx · 16th Apr 2012, 17:24

Indeed

Vetalar · 16th Apr 2012, 19:57

My saddewt thing is when i first time turn off mechanical ventilation machine with patient on it. It was donor-transplantologists took away his kidneys and liver and left our hospital and all we had to do is turn ventilation off. Hardest 'click' in my life time...

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Blazza181 · 16th Apr 2012, 20:20

Man, Lysear, I'm so sorry for you mate. I guess it's a harsh reminder of how our mobility, our skills, our life can be taken away from us at any instant. Your dad sounded like a good man. Make sure he knows that I, and I'm sure we at Bit-Tech, know and say that.

KidMod-Southpaw · 16th Apr 2012, 20:27

Yep, I was speechless after reeding that. All I know is that I agree with Blazza.
Really does make you think, life is got on with until you read something like this and remember how valuable it really is.

logonui · 17th Apr 2012, 09:06

Lysaer, really sorry to hear this. Seeing someone you love degrade right in front of your eyes is one of the hardest things we can do.

I had to watch my fiance at the time battle leukemia, one of the hardest things i've ever had to do. I think it's the powerlesness that comes with it that is the hardest. I would have done anything to take her place so she wouldn't have to suffer any more.

Even though we split 2 years ago after she went into remission it still knocked me for six when i was told over facebook last week that it had come back and she'd died. She was only 25

DeadP1xels · 17th Apr 2012, 11:04

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Originally Posted by logonui

Lysaer, really sorry to hear this. Seeing someone you love degrade right in front of your eyes is one of the hardest things we can do.

I had to watch my fiance at the time battle leukemia, one of the hardest things i've ever had to do. I think it's the powerlesness that comes with it that is the hardest. I would have done anything to take her place so she wouldn't have to suffer any more.

Even though we split 2 years ago after she went into remission it still knocked me for six when i was told over facebook last week that it had come back and she'd died. She was only 25

It always hits me when someone young dies

Just a few weeks ago i saw a facebook status from my sister not usual from her something seemed off

When i came back she had been crying and i asked "whats up" to which she replied "******* was in a car accident" somebody she had been seeing i think the next bit will haunt me for a while "Is he ok?" "No he is dead" i did'nt even know him but i was gutted for her

I know this thread is about sad as in lame but avoiding family members my dog started to go senile and it was getting worse we tryed medication but its we were holding on for ourselves and it was being selfish and cruel.

One day my parents took her away in the car to "the vet" to get more medication, at this point i realized completely that she was never coming back and was put down and just decided to avoid seeing her go as i would try stop them.

She was longer in the family than i was 18 years old i was 16 at the time she was there from the moment i opened my eyes.

noizdaemon666 · 17th Apr 2012, 11:21

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Originally Posted by lysaer

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I know exactly what you've gone and are going through Lysaer. My dad, whilst not having a brain tumour, developed meningitis amongst other things in what would be a long story if I explained. Needless to say, we watched him deteriorate as the bugs/viruses literally made holes in his brain. He had ups and downs just like your Father has.

The most upsetting thing is, whilst basically all his memories disappeared, even forgetting who my mum was, he could always remember me.

So yeah, you ever want to talk Lysaer, my PM box is always open

15th Apr 2012, 23:29	#43
lysaer Suck my unit! Kirk lazarus (2008) Join Date: May 2010 Location: London Posts: 911	Watching my father get further and further away from the brain tumor he was diagnosed with 2 months ago. Its quite a sad story. He was at work one morning 2 months ago doing his endoscopy list when he realised he was having trouble using the computer. He shrugged it off as just a mild cold or something. On his way home that night he overtook a bus that was stopped picking up passengers when he felt a huge hit in the car which shook him to his core, he looked around but couldn't see anyone or anything he managed to make it home where he told us what happened. I went outside to examine the car and managed to establish he had driven over a traffic island, since there was no damage to the wings or side panels but the wheels were all smashed up. I drove up to where he thought it had happened to make sure no one was involved or anything, fortunately it was ok. The following day we went to the hospital to get some tests done, since my dad is quite a well known respected Dr the radiographer called us in personally to talk, we knew it was bad because of that and we were expecting a stroke in relation to the heart surgery he had a couple of years back. They gave us the diagnosis of a gliyoplastoma tumor in his brain, none of us expected that, the reason he had the crash as well was because the tumor had affected the optic pathway and caused what is called a hemianopia, where he had lost peripheral vision in his right eye. The nurse that was with the radiographer started crying we weren't sure why, turned out she had stomach cancer a few years back and my dad had saved her life. So with this information in hand my dad had to stop working that day, that was hard to see as he loved his job, he was planning retiring this April from the NHS and just keeping his private practice and doing a free clinic thing at some local leisure center. His operation was booked for the week after and during that week you could see him rapidly degrading, he couldn't remember certain things or people. The night before his operation he was positively terrified, I've never seen my dad like that before. So he had his operation and fortunately all went well with no complications. The next couple of days he was pretty out of it, a lot of confusion and memory issues but as he recovered they got better, not 100% but to a point where he had a perfectly good quality of life. He came out of the hospital and was home for a week when he developed a severe headache one morning, which became so bad we had to get an ambulance. He was taken to hospital and they treated it as a meningitis, but they never really found the cause of what it was. So two more weeks in hospital and he got to come home again. He was at home for a week after that where he was making some incredible strides to getting better, he was a lot more mobile, talkative and generally brighter, you wouldn't of been able to tell he had been in major surgery a few weeks ago. Unfortunately the Sunday morning I got a call from my mom that dad had had a seizure, fortunately I only live 10 mins away so rushed over. He continued having seizure after seizure until the ambulance arrived, about 5 in total with no breaks. He was rushed to hospital where they anesthetized him to get the seizures under control and then he was taken to intensive care. He slowly started to come around a couple of days after being in intensive care and one night when I was there he tried to pull his intubation tube out so I had to hold him down while they extubated him, that was fairly intense. Once the tube was out all he could say was thank you, after that he didn't speak for a couple of days due to the trauma in his throat from the intubation. He was then moved back to the hospital where they did the original operation, under the care of the surgeon who operated on him. By this point you could see how severe the impact of the tumor and seizures had been, he was having trouble forming words and remembering who people were. They moved him up to the ward where he progressively just kept going down hill, the surgeon came to talk to us and said there was nothing more they could do. We were going to try and get him into a hospice where they could look after him better because as good as the nurses were, bless them, they didn't have the kind of time to dedicate to him as he needed, after all it was an acute surgical ward. A colleague of his managed to get him into a hospital he used to work at where they could look after him properly. 3 weeks ago Tuesday they stopped feeding him through the gastric tube he had in his nose as this was thought to be the most compassionate thing to do in his state, he had not eaten anyway for the last 3 weeks prior and had only been fed through the gastric tube, whenever he was asked if he wanted to eat or drink he just said no. The problem was if they fed him, because he wasn't swallowing properly and he hadn't been eating, there was a chance he could regurgitate the food and choke on it or cause pneumonia, which is a horrible way to die. So we went in everyday asking if he wanted to eat but he just kept saying no, they had estimated less than 10 days from Tuesday 3 weeks ago since he wasn't eating. Then the Tuesday the week after I was there at night and his pulse was really week and breathing heavily laboured, he'd stop breathing for a few secs and then start again, every time i looked up from reading and he wasn't breathing would think, that's it, then he would start again. 50% of me wanted to just run away thinking I just couldn't be there and watch him die but the other 50% knew I had to stay. This went on for a couple of hours until suddenly he woke up and started demanding water,i was like ok then wtf. So I got some ice cubes for him to suck on and for the last week he was quite alert eating ice cream and fruit, drinking water and juice but his ability to find the words was still getting worse. Then on Wednesday he stopped eating and drinking again and since then he has been unable to form any kind of word, he's aware of people and acknowledges them by opening his eyes and his mind knows what it wants to say but his brain is unable to transform the information to speech and all he can do is groan. He's become almost completely unresponsive over the last couple of days, we think he might not be able to see anymore, but we are worried his mind is still aware of his circumstance and situation, effectively leaving him trapped in his own body. Having to see him in this state from being perfectly fine 2 months ago is very difficult indeed. On top of that I haven't been able to go to hospital for the last 3 days as I've developed a herniated disc and can't barely stand, sit or walk and have to have surgery this week with all this going on. I hate the thought of not being there for him right now and we're fairly sure it's going to be any day now. The worst of it all is he dedicated 44 years of his life to the hospital, helping people, saving their lives and right as he was about to retire this happens to him. He sacrificed a lot to be the Dr he was, especially time with his family. We all thought we would get some dad time when he retired, but life is just not that fair. I've heard some pretty amazing stories about him though, from patients that have come to visit, from his colleagues he used to work with and from his friends as well. If i could give him an injection to go to sleep right now I would, but we are kinder to our animals than we are to people Anyways this is the saddest thing I've had to do. Sent from my Transformer TF101 using Tapatalk 2 Last edited by lysaer; 15th Apr 2012 at 23:42.

15th Apr 2012, 23:44	#44
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16th Apr 2012, 19:57	#48
Vetalar learning english Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Gomel, BY Posts: 408	My saddewt thing is when i first time turn off mechanical ventilation machine with patient on it. It was donor-transplantologists took away his kidneys and liver and left our hospital and all we had to do is turn ventilation off. Hardest 'click' in my life time... send from my BLADE via tapatalk __________________ 10 re-plan "SuperBestBuild Of My Dream" 20 have a sleep 30 goto 10

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16th Apr 2012, 20:20	#49
Blazza181 SVM PLACENTA CASEI Join Date: Apr 2011 Location: Surrey. Yep. Posts: 3,187	Man, Lysear, I'm so sorry for you mate. I guess it's a harsh reminder of how our mobility, our skills, our life can be taken away from us at any instant. Your dad sounded like a good man. Make sure he knows that I, and I'm sure we at Bit-Tech, know and say that. __________________ "with £150m.. you could buy a real Pop Tart.. maybe one from the Saturdays" - Blarte "That's nothing, I shave my pubes for fun " - Panomama "Penis" - Kidmod-Southpaw Real mature... - Blazza

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