Dale
03-01-2003, 03:24 PM
Russell Bjorklund, 83 years of age.
He had heart trouble for over thirty years but that wasn't what brought him down.
A year ago he was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bladder cancer and underwent major surgery in May to remove the tumor and a kidney,
The doctors were surprised he bounced back in such good shape from that proceedure.
Everything was going along well until December, when he started experiencing pain again.
A cat scan showed the cancer returning and he began chemo treatments.
During the past month I took him up to the hospital several times to have a catheter inserted into his bladder just so he could releive himself and at this time my sister who lives in Illinois came up to help my mother get him to and from doctor appointments.
Well, a week ago at 3 AM my sister called me and told me that he was in so much pain that he requested an ambulance to get him up to the hospital.
After he was up there he began having chest pains and was moved to ICU, and after a couple of days the doctor met with us and said that a decision had to be made regarding resusitation.
My sister and I had already talked about this and agreed that it was time to let nature take it's course and we were able to bring our mother to the realization that it was the best thing we could do for him.
After all, who's best interests are being served by keeping him going? His? or our own?
They then moved him out of ICU and only gave him Morphine to keep him comfortable.
Then on Monday he had a stroke which effected his speech. I am grateful I was able to talk to him about a few things beforehand. I could see he was so frustrated not being able to easily communicate with us, this is a guy who always got in the last word.
Yesterday after work, I went up to see him.
He seemed to have had a really good day and after an hour or so, I said to him"I gotta go I'll see you later"
I wasn't home more than 45 minutes, when my sister called from the hospital and said "GET UP HERE!" and hung up.
So, for the last hour of his life he was surrounded by his family comforting him and reassuring him that he didn't have to fight anymore. At 8:13 he was at peace.
I didn't mean to be long winded with this post, but it is obviously good for me in dealing with this to type it out and let my on-line buddy's know.
He was the one that instilled my love of old cars in me and in a week or so, when I get back I'll post some pictures of the cars he restored doing all the work himself other than the chrome and upholstery.
Thanks everyone!
And thank you Dad!
:TU:
He had heart trouble for over thirty years but that wasn't what brought him down.
A year ago he was diagnosed with an aggressive form of bladder cancer and underwent major surgery in May to remove the tumor and a kidney,
The doctors were surprised he bounced back in such good shape from that proceedure.
Everything was going along well until December, when he started experiencing pain again.
A cat scan showed the cancer returning and he began chemo treatments.
During the past month I took him up to the hospital several times to have a catheter inserted into his bladder just so he could releive himself and at this time my sister who lives in Illinois came up to help my mother get him to and from doctor appointments.
Well, a week ago at 3 AM my sister called me and told me that he was in so much pain that he requested an ambulance to get him up to the hospital.
After he was up there he began having chest pains and was moved to ICU, and after a couple of days the doctor met with us and said that a decision had to be made regarding resusitation.
My sister and I had already talked about this and agreed that it was time to let nature take it's course and we were able to bring our mother to the realization that it was the best thing we could do for him.
After all, who's best interests are being served by keeping him going? His? or our own?
They then moved him out of ICU and only gave him Morphine to keep him comfortable.
Then on Monday he had a stroke which effected his speech. I am grateful I was able to talk to him about a few things beforehand. I could see he was so frustrated not being able to easily communicate with us, this is a guy who always got in the last word.
Yesterday after work, I went up to see him.
He seemed to have had a really good day and after an hour or so, I said to him"I gotta go I'll see you later"
I wasn't home more than 45 minutes, when my sister called from the hospital and said "GET UP HERE!" and hung up.
So, for the last hour of his life he was surrounded by his family comforting him and reassuring him that he didn't have to fight anymore. At 8:13 he was at peace.
I didn't mean to be long winded with this post, but it is obviously good for me in dealing with this to type it out and let my on-line buddy's know.
He was the one that instilled my love of old cars in me and in a week or so, when I get back I'll post some pictures of the cars he restored doing all the work himself other than the chrome and upholstery.
Thanks everyone!
And thank you Dad!
:TU: