This is my Dad and this is how he spent his 4th of July, lying in a hospital bed just for no answers. He’s been sick (this time) since December 2010 and not one doctor that we have been to can figure out what’s wrong with him. Every hospital he goes to tells him that he’s fine, yet he cannot eat, cannot sleep, and cannot breathe properly (so he has oxygen tanks at home). They give him pain pills for the MAJOR pain in his stomach, and send him home. My Dad is dying, right in front of me, if not from anything else, from starvation because the pain is so severe he can’t eat more than one bite. He has lost 40 pounds in the past few months, and continues to work everyday and be strong even though he’s anything but.
He’s truly my hero, he’s the best man alive and I know he’ll always be here for me, even when he can barely go any longer. I love you, Dad.