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This is my father. Eight years ago he had a triple bypass on his heart. Today he flunked a treadmill stress test. The cardiologist said the bottom part of his heart is not functioning. Monday he will have an angiogram done at the hospital, and if the results are bad, there are two things that can happen. They will either want to do another coronary heart bypass on him, or put in some coronary stents.

My father has already told told us that if he ever has to have another bypass, he will refuse the procedure and just let nature take it's course. I want to respect his wishes, but I also want him to be alive and kicking for many years to come.

This makes me wish that I had moved this summer so that we could be there to take care of him.

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  1. let me know if there is anything i can do, love.

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  2. Ah. I'm so sorry. I hope he doing OK. This is a tough place to be for both of you. HUGS

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  3. let him make his decision. it isn't suicide because doctors don't know everything. (assuming that might be an issue in the back of your heart) nothing is worse for a person than to lose control of their lives inch by excruciating inch and live in undeserved state of helplessness and pain. I'm dealing with that aspect of it right now. My father in law has decided to continue to fight, and we're supporting that...despite watching him lose every shred of comfort and independence inch by inch. It's going to be ugly, and we're going to support it because he's the boss.
    there is no easy decision, i don't think.

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  4. My thoughts are with you and your dad... I hope everything will work out with him healthy. ((PAMELA))

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  5. Oh...ohh, I'm so sorry.

    Thinking good thoughts for you and your family.

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  6. Pamela, how awful for you and for your father. You must let him decide what to do but you must also let him know your own feelings so he has all the options at his disposal. Let him know your love. Moreover, give him dignity, for it is that which he seeks.

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  7. I wish I could say something useful but there's nothing to say that hasn't already been said.

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  8. Just caught up on my reading. I am so sorry. I hope there is better news at his next apt. I am thinking about you.

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