Hi, I don't really know if this will help but at this point i am willing to try just about anything. i don't really know what to say on here. so i guess that i will just start with saying that my dad passed away a month and a half ago. it was a very fast. he had just turned 70 and we all thought that he was in the best of shape. about a week after his birthday my step-mom talked him in to going to the doctor because he was having pain in his legs and blurryness in his right eye. The doctor found a mass in his lunges and wanted him to get a mri and a cat scan done. but a couple of days latter he woke up and could not see at all out of his right eye and was really confused. my step-mom and step-sister took him to the hospital and called me. Me and my husband drove down that day (we live about 250 miles away). When we got their it was really hard to see mu dad like that. he was having a really hard time getting the right words out. He had had a stroke. they did the mri and cat scan the next day and found alot of masses on his lungs. they went in and did a biopsy of one of them and was told that their was a good chance that it was cancer. but that it would be a few days befor they found out if it was and what kind and how bad it was. At this point we were still hoping for the best. He had gone in to the hospital on monday and on firday we found out that it was cancer and that their was nothing that could be done the whole left side of his brain was black with it. The doctors told us that if he had another stroke it would be for the best. He was in alot of pain. By sunday they were talking about letting him go home because their was nothing that they could do for him. Me and my husband had to go back home then and pick up are three kids from my moms. By thursday he had taking a turn for the worse he had had another storke and was thier but not thier if you know what i mean. He just looked like he was asleep. They put him in hospice on friday and me and my husband showed up late firday night and spent the whole weekend with him. That was the hardest thing that i have ever done. But it gave me the chance to tell him how much i loved him and to say goodbye. I'm glade that i got to do that. we went home on sunday and hospice called me at 1:00 a.m. that night to let me know that he was getting ready to go and they could not get ahold of my step-mom. luckly i got hold of them and they went to be with him. I am happy that he was not alone when he went but i should have been their with him too. He passed away that night at 3:30 a.m. Two weeks after he went in to the hospital. It has been so hard. I have always been a daddy's girl and i just don't know how to deal with this. I get mad at myself alot because i have not broke down yet. I mean i did so much crying when it was going on and that first night he passed away. but i haven't really let it all out and for some reason every time i start to cry i hold it in and stop myself. Is their something wrong with me. i don't know what my problem is.....