ScruU2wice
Aug 27th, 2004, 05:17 PM
And in this dream I'm with my dad and everything is perfectly fine, but suddenly he collapses and starts drooling uncontrollably. the most vivid thing I remember is the spitting and the helplessness of my father. I woke up scared out of my mind.
Fast forward a month, to when my mom is telling me how she has a dream where my dad falls in water and he's drowning, but my mom pulls him out.
Fast forward to late tuesday night. I'm sitting upstairs in my room watching TV when I here my dad scream my name from downstairs. I rush downstairs where my dad is rubbing his chest and telling me to call 911 because he thinks he is having a heart attack. I do so and try to calm my hysteric mother down, who only seems to agitating my father more by panicing. My dad keeps gasping and struggling to say that he can't breathe. On the phone with the 911 operator I ask desperatly what I should do. among finding any comfortable position and not to touch, she told me to let him spit out whatever he needed to. As soon as he started to do this it reminded me of the nightmare I had.
The paramedics came minutes later and took him to the hospital. My mom had called our neighbor to tell him what had just happened and he came rushing over. He took us to the ER since neither my mom nor I were in any state to drive. There we stayed in the waiting room while they ran tests on my sedated Father.
My mother was stuck in the strange moment before breaking out in tears for the whole time. My 9 year old brother slowly started admiting that he was starving, so I asked the chaplin who had been roaming the halls of the hospital consoling whomever he could find, to take us to a snack bar. I bought a donut for me and my brother and we headed back to the ER.
When we got there, I saw my mom weeping as the doctor just finished talking to her. I came up to her and asked what he said but she couldn't bring herself together to tell me, so I asked the neighbor that had accompanied us. He told me that my father had lung cancer.
I consoled my mom and told her everything would be alright, and that god was with us. I wasn't crying, I almost wanted to show some emotion but I didn't. I just kept thinking that I would wake up and this would all just be another dream.
The doctor came back and told us that he didn't know what exactly caused the accute lack of breathing for my dad but he was sure that it involved the cancer that had spread throug both of my fathers lungs. He asked if my dad was a smoker, and we had to admit he was. I asked him if there was a chance it wasn't cancer, but he replied that he was sure it was.
We left for home after a few ours after my father was stabilized. my brother fell asleep soundly but I couldn't close my eyes for more than an hour. My mom got on the phone with every relative we knew here, and called every relative in Pakistan. She told them to pray for us. In our culture pray for us doesn't have a hollow meaning.
I prayed, too. I asked God to spare my father and us. I asked Him to please not let my father be as sick as everyone says he is. I prayed with all my heart and a complete faith. You may say it was coincedence or come up with some logic to it, but God heard my and my families prayers and he spared my dad.
The thing that had brought so much stress on to my dad was the fact that he ran a resturaunt 9am to 10pm everyday since it opened like 4 weeks ago. Now we had to run the store and step a mile in his shoes. So with no experience and very little knowledge of how the store actually ran we opened up the store and got help from all the people who were working there. So for the past week I've been basically been running a quiznos.
After a week in intensive care they finally got my father breathing on his own. The doctor came and told us that it was infact not cancer but sever case of nemeunia that had infected my fathers lungs and crippled his breathing. My dad though decided that he was quitting smoking and I decided that I was never going to pick it up.
It was going ok for a week, but It's been getting hard since school started and I have 5 AP classes I'm taking.
Fast forward a month, to when my mom is telling me how she has a dream where my dad falls in water and he's drowning, but my mom pulls him out.
Fast forward to late tuesday night. I'm sitting upstairs in my room watching TV when I here my dad scream my name from downstairs. I rush downstairs where my dad is rubbing his chest and telling me to call 911 because he thinks he is having a heart attack. I do so and try to calm my hysteric mother down, who only seems to agitating my father more by panicing. My dad keeps gasping and struggling to say that he can't breathe. On the phone with the 911 operator I ask desperatly what I should do. among finding any comfortable position and not to touch, she told me to let him spit out whatever he needed to. As soon as he started to do this it reminded me of the nightmare I had.
The paramedics came minutes later and took him to the hospital. My mom had called our neighbor to tell him what had just happened and he came rushing over. He took us to the ER since neither my mom nor I were in any state to drive. There we stayed in the waiting room while they ran tests on my sedated Father.
My mother was stuck in the strange moment before breaking out in tears for the whole time. My 9 year old brother slowly started admiting that he was starving, so I asked the chaplin who had been roaming the halls of the hospital consoling whomever he could find, to take us to a snack bar. I bought a donut for me and my brother and we headed back to the ER.
When we got there, I saw my mom weeping as the doctor just finished talking to her. I came up to her and asked what he said but she couldn't bring herself together to tell me, so I asked the neighbor that had accompanied us. He told me that my father had lung cancer.
I consoled my mom and told her everything would be alright, and that god was with us. I wasn't crying, I almost wanted to show some emotion but I didn't. I just kept thinking that I would wake up and this would all just be another dream.
The doctor came back and told us that he didn't know what exactly caused the accute lack of breathing for my dad but he was sure that it involved the cancer that had spread throug both of my fathers lungs. He asked if my dad was a smoker, and we had to admit he was. I asked him if there was a chance it wasn't cancer, but he replied that he was sure it was.
We left for home after a few ours after my father was stabilized. my brother fell asleep soundly but I couldn't close my eyes for more than an hour. My mom got on the phone with every relative we knew here, and called every relative in Pakistan. She told them to pray for us. In our culture pray for us doesn't have a hollow meaning.
I prayed, too. I asked God to spare my father and us. I asked Him to please not let my father be as sick as everyone says he is. I prayed with all my heart and a complete faith. You may say it was coincedence or come up with some logic to it, but God heard my and my families prayers and he spared my dad.
The thing that had brought so much stress on to my dad was the fact that he ran a resturaunt 9am to 10pm everyday since it opened like 4 weeks ago. Now we had to run the store and step a mile in his shoes. So with no experience and very little knowledge of how the store actually ran we opened up the store and got help from all the people who were working there. So for the past week I've been basically been running a quiznos.
After a week in intensive care they finally got my father breathing on his own. The doctor came and told us that it was infact not cancer but sever case of nemeunia that had infected my fathers lungs and crippled his breathing. My dad though decided that he was quitting smoking and I decided that I was never going to pick it up.
It was going ok for a week, but It's been getting hard since school started and I have 5 AP classes I'm taking.