Trigger warning ‼️ I will be explaining how my dad was found.
My dad was 75, and he passed on Friday. My mom said the whole day Thursday, he complained that he was nauseated which wasn’t normal for him. He had been having problems with constipation for a long time, and was hospitalized because of it in July. He slept off and on, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary when he wasn’t feeling well. My dad had COPD, cancer (a small amount in his lungs that they could not operate on and it was stable, but before this he survived cancer three times), three heart attacks (the last one in 2009), low iron, and low blood pressure. His oxygen levels would dip at night, so he was on oxygen at night. Over the past year, he lost so much weight even though he was eating and eating more than before. They put a GTube in and he was tube fed along with eating meals a year ago. He gained a pound back about two weeks ago, and he was looking so good. His color was better. BP and Iron were coming up to reasonable levels with the help of medication. I saw him Wednesday. He looked good. Thursday he wasn’t feeling well. Friday morning at 7:30 my mom called my husband and told him to get me over there. My dad passed. EMS was hard on my mom because she didn’t do CPR, but my dad was cold and had no color. She found him with his legs hanging off the side of the bed like he started to get up, and his head closer to the corner of the bed across from that. His oxygen was not on. She told me that when he went to bed at 10:30, his oxygen was on. I’m scared that he was getting up because he knew something was wrong.. but when she found him, he was peaceful. Eyes closed, mouth closed, looked like he was sleeping. Was he getting up or starting to lay back down? Was he in pain? These things are haunting me, but even if it hurts, I want closure. I think they’re going to say “natural causes” whenever we get the death certificate back.