On the last day of my radiation, February 9, 2010, my dad passed away. I really did feel like my world was crumbling. My dad was 92 and had been failing for a few months and was hospitalized with C-Dif infection. That meant I couldn’t visit him at all because of my fragile condition. It was awful not to be able to be with him at the end. The only blessing is he had been distraught about my mesothelioma diagnosis and even though it turned out to be wrong, I really don’t think he would have been able to handle my illness for very long. Especially, if he had learned that it was multiple myeloma, the same cancer that my Aunt Mary died of in 1959. I am glad he never knew that.
|My Dad, Harold Fitch 1917-2010|