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BIOGRAPHIE: April 18, 2009 - Samstag An Incredible Man... Aktuelle Stimmung: melancholisch 13 years I lived with no father, but a mother and grandmother of whom I both hold dear to my heart. My biological father divorced my mom before I was born, he was a drugie and alcoholic. One evening my mother and I called my brother and I downstairs. She mentioned that Micheal, our biological father, had called. He said he loved us, missed us, still cared, and wanted to see us. I can't speak for my brother, but my thoughts on the matter were "If he really did love us, if he really did miss us, if he really did care, he wouldn't have waited 13 years for contact." I promptly replied with a "No Thank You" and that was the end of that, he died two years later from the reason my mother divorced him, an overdose and drunk off his ass. Around this same time my mom was dating and a man named Mark, two years later Mark married my mom and I was the ring barer! A month after the wedding Mark asked my brother and I if we would be ok with an adoption, providing him full parental rights and replacing Micheal's name as our "birth" father with his own. My brother and I, never having a father in the past, quickly accepted with smiles on our face. Life continued on pretty fluently from there with a few minor exceptions of some inner family problems, until the year 2008 hit. My father, Mark James Westendorf, was diagnosed with Lymphoma in the 4th stage. It's almost unheard of for a patient to transgress into remission from this deadly cancer, well he did the unheard of and beat it, about 4 months in he beat it. Life was good, my dad was in remission, his hair was back, we all spent Christmas together, and my dad got a job offer from his old job up in Boulder. My mom and dad recently purchased what they thought would be their retirement home, but the offer was to good to pass up so they put the house on the market and began the moving process. We were all so happy, everything was over, our prayers were answer, or so we thought. One year to the day of diagnosis, in remission my dad started feeling down. He thought it was caught by a sick lady at work the previous week, but we soon discovered that would've been good news, let me explain. What my father was experiencing was no cold or flu, but the return of his cancer, this time however in his bone marrow. The doctors gave him a month, a month to go into remission, or....well I think you know. Statistics were against him, he's not suppose to survive, but sure enough, once again, to everyone's amazement he went into remission. It was time for the transplant, first up Dave. While testing they found fault in Dave's blood therefore he was not able to donate. Second, was my uncle Mike (Dad's side I have two lol) While testing him they found something much worse then just bad blood, they found cancer, cancer in the prostate. It was good they found this, it was in the early stages and usually isn't detected until it's to late. So now we have two Westendorf's with cancer and two failed matches, time is running short, hope is slowly depleting. My Aunt Sandy was the third out of five matches they found of his seven siblings. Our fingers were crossed and our prayers being sung. God blessed us with Sandy as she passed the testing and was given the okay by the doctors to donate. About a week later the transplant took place and was a sucess. My father was in remission once again! Brent's place is a home that helps out cancer families. My mom and dad have been staying here since shortly after the transplant. My dad was doing so well, he was excerpting daily, back to his good 'ole harrasing antics that we all know and love him for. He was doing so well they were about to let him go home and possibly even back to work until one fatal night. My dad got a headache. This simple headache turned into vomiting and weakness, he was immediately taken to the hospital. Even though these are typical side effects of everything that has gone on it still must be diagnosed. Big or small, typical or not it must be looked at with his condition as serious as it was. The news we got brought us all to our knees in disbelief, terror, and tears. The cancer was back, this time in his brain and spinal cord. At this point we along with the doctors had realized that no matter how much treatment he undergoes the cancer will just find another area to develop in. The human bodies tissue can only take so much chemo and radiation itself before it wears and dies. My dad decided this was it, this was the end. He was done with the treatment, he was done with the pain, he was done with the stress, it was over. My dad will treated for the symptoms, so he has no pain, but the cancer itself will run it's course and in two months time he will see his last days. Is this fair? no Does he deserve to live longer? yes Then why is all this happening? That is a question no one has the answer to. What gets me through this is taking little light there is from this vast darkness and that light is that he'll pass pain free at home with family, where the heart is. Yes that's right after the initial treatment the doctors will allow him to come home and spend his last days with those loved. Dad we all love you and none want this; none of us can even begin to imagine what your going through, but know that you will be welcomed into Heaven's kingdom, know that you will be remember forever in our hearts, and know that your life spent here on earth was a great one that left behind nothing, but good. I love you so much dad I'll miss you, goodbye and may R.I.P http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=31443063
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