This morning my father called me at 8:30 to ask me to bring him a mirror so he could see his numbers. Then he called me at 8:45 to ask when I was coming in. Then at 9 to ask me to come in now. Visiting hours start at 11.
I went in, my mother was already there. He was on double oxygen, nasal and mask since yesterday. When I left yesterday his o2 was at 98%. When I arrived his o2 was at 82, still on the same oxygen. His lungs were failing. The dr came in and explained that his surgery for monday wouldn't be possible. The infection in the wound from the surgery was to much.
They said the infection is to much, they can't stop it. There are two options, intubate, and we don't know what will happen, or choose to die comfortably. My father said he wanted to be comfortable.
I asked my father if he wanted anything. He told me he wanted whiskey and a cigar. So I ran home and grabbed a bottle of Old Forester 1920 prohibition style kentucky whisky I'd been saving and an acid blondie cigar and took it back.
I gave him a shot of whiskey, and he chewed on the cigar as they injected him with morphine and removed the oxygen mask. His o2 gradually dropped from the 80's to the 60's. Over the course of the next few hours his bp slowly dropped, then his heart rate followed, until he stopped breathing entirely, and shortly there-after, his heart, at 2:53pm EST.