Weekend-Engagement 154: Three harsh words and how to overcome the situation

How are you, friends?

I am perfectly fine day to day, even with some scars inside me, but on August 7, 2014 was the day that I have marked inside me, as the day that everything began to change because my father, whom I considered my confidant, my fishing partner and friend began to gradually lose mobility of the right half of his body.

A radiological scan performed at the hospital that same day resulted in three words that by themselves are already frightening, and if you combine them one can only count months of life:

The words were:

1. Tumor
2. Metastasis
3. Brain

Time at that moment froze, as did the blood that circulated through my veins.

After this blow, the nerves took hold of me as I had never suffered before, mainly because of how to manage the information of this diagnosis with my mother.

However, this was not the worst situation experienced that month, a few days after several diagnostic tests the primary tumor was located in the lung and when a biopsy was performed, this test went wrong due to the vascularization of the primary tumor and my father had to be admitted to the ICU for a week and after leaving the ICU my father was left quadriplegic due to a stroke on the right side of the brain that affected the mobility of the left side of the body and brain metastasis on the left side of the brain that affected the limbs of the right side.

With all these events in a period of two weeks you can imagine that I was on the verge of falling into depression, but I had two powerful reasons not to fall into it.

First compelling reason

The first compelling reason to avoid depression was to care for my father with my mother for the remaining months of his life.

Feeding him, grooming him, helping him with his physiological needs, moving him in bed, performing rehabilitation exercises to improve his comfort and, of course, talking to him, since he remained lucid until his last day.

I remember very fondly the day of his birthday on November 6, 2014, three months after the beginning of the ordeal and when there were still another three months of suffering for him and for all of us who were around him.

Second compelling reason

The second compelling reason for not falling into depression was to be a strong pillar for my mother to have a point of support during the final journey of my father's life and also after he passed away.

Nowadays, every time I have a critical situation, I think about those hard months, I reflect on how I avoid falling into depression, how the weighty reasons, which is the great sentimental bond I feel for the whole family, allows me to be a point of support or solution and not to be a weak point that generates problems and worries to others.

A cordial greeting from this post which is the most personal I have written in my blog since my entry in Hive.

Best regards.

This post is my contribution to the #Weekend-Engagement organized by @galenkp.