MY DAD’s 69th BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEEK.
(We've been making plans for his 70th birthday party since lockdown started. He was finally going to have the big fuss he's never wanted.)
~ That was last month. This is now.~
My dad has been a diabetic for 20 years. One minute we had it under control and then...
the world came crashing down on us.
At the beginning of September, out of nowhere, he had 5 massive heart attacks over 6 days. After the last heart attack, which my mom witnessed, she rushed him to his doctor. That afternoon, we got the first diagnosis: Stage 5 kidney failure, heart failure and blood clots.
*The prognosis has since gotten worse. After a meeting with a Nephrologist earlier this week, it was made clear that there is no chance for reversal or treatment. Dialysis is not an option. All we can do now is improve his quality of life, manage pain and prepare for the end.
He has less than a year left.
~ Who is my Dad ~
After finishing high school at 16, he was conscripted into the SANDF. He became a medic in the army during the SA/Angola Border War, which makes for plenty of interesting stories. He's hyper intelligent and can tell you everything about any historical or political event you can think of. He loves just driving around. He'd rather take the scenic route than the highway. He can sit and watch old music videos on YouTube for hours and hours. He loved going to the movies. He loves reading biographies and non-fiction. He is the best person I know.
He's a caring husband, a loyal friend and the best dad a difficult teenager could have asked for.
What my dad values most in life are his family and friends. He has a wife of 42 years who loves him, 4 daughters and 4 sons-in-law, who all look up to him, and 4 adorable grandchildren (aged 2 - 6). We all adore him.
He was a lawyer by profession, but he's different from most. For one thing, his clients adore him too. He's the most honest lawyer you'll ever meet, and because of that, he's probably the poorest lawyer you'll ever meet. Unlike most others in his field, he never made a lot of money, but then he never really tried to. Helping his clients in the most fair and honest way was more important to him than a big paycheck. He chose to serve his clients the way he felt was right. He represented those who needed help, whether they could afford it or not.
My parents share a house with me and my husband. I take care of them and everything they need, and I've gladly done so for years. They have no income, no pension and no medical aid. They were on their way to register for SASSA the morning my dad had his last heart attack.
Unfortunately, the new medical bills are something I simply can't cover. We've been coping so far with the help of family and friends. I have no more savings and no money left each month after all the essentials have been bought and paid for. I need your help. He needs your help.
HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR EVERYONE ELSE, BUT NOW THAT HE NEEDS HELP
WE'RE NOT IN THE POSITION TO GIVE IT TO HIM,
AND IT'S BREAKING MY HEART.
Any money we manage to raise will be going toward his medical expenses. We need money for the following -
- Medication for his heart damage, kidney failure, hypertension, diabetes, and the fluid build-up around his lungs.
- Weekly tests to see if he's getting better or worse, in order to adjust medication accordingly.
- A strict diet to manage kidney function, attempting to keep his levels where they are for as long as possible.
~Thank you for reading till the end. My family and I will be forever grateful for any kindness we receive.~