I came from other part of the world, from Asia to be specific and like many of you here, I have experienced the loss of both parents.
I lost my mother in 2008 when I was 21. She passed away from lung cancer. She fought so hard for 2 years but eventually succumbed to the illness. I did not spent much time with her during her last days as I was busy with my university exams, and did not get to see her breath her last as she passed away right before my exams, there was no way I could rush down in time. My father kept me in the dark with regards to her poor prognosis as he did not want it to affect my studies.
Life was painful since my mother passed on as I’m closer to her than my father, but I consoled myself that I no longer need to pay anymore visits to the hospitals (I hate hospitals), no more ‘scanxiety’. I thought life was back to normal, then 6 months later, my father fell ill and was rushed to the hospital. He was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis and liver cancer.
Fast forward to 2011, my father’s liver problems led to a serious of complications, which resulted in him staying in and out of the hospitals for the past 9 months. He was hospitalised on average once a month, and for his very last stay before he passed away 2 weeks ago, he was staying in the hospital for more than 2 months, spending his last month in the ICU. It was very very prainful for him as well as my family (my brother and I). He was intubated, he could not eat, he could not talk, he was suffering every single day. What ultimately claimed his life was pneumonia. If he did not contracted any lung infection, he could still be alive today, and he could still be able to go for a liver transplant, which could possibly give him a new lease of life. Such is the irony of life. I was so confident that he could eventually get well from the infections.
As for my father, I’m not close to him actually, we hardly talk and coming from an Asian family, we are not accustomed to showing our affection through hugs or even verbally, nonetheless, I still want to say I love my father a lot and I miss him dearly. Today happens to be father’s day, my family do not have the habit of celebrating father’s day, but I wish my father’s well, and that he has reunited with my mother, and hopefully someday, we will meet again.
It's just so depressing that I have lost both parents, and I'm just 25. I have very few friends due to my quiet character, and even then, I do not wish to talk to them with regards to my loss as everyone still have parents who are still around and are healthy. There is no way they can understand the pain which I'm going through right now. I have very few relatives as well. The only person I had with me is my brother but we are not close.
I'm glad to find this thread. I'm more than happy to make new friends who have gone through the same painful journey as me.
Hope to hear from you guys!