The final days of a great man ...
From June 8th, 2008 until Monday June 16th, Dad was in St. Johns hospital.
During this week they ran several tests to further identify what was causing his difficulty breathing ... to identify if he had pneumonia or bronchitis. During this time, he was on multiple antibiotics along with 4L of oxygen. He just couldn't seem to catch a decent breath. Mid week his doctor decided to put him on strong pain medication which caused him to be rather disoriented. Following this, his doctor ordered a brain MRI which identified three small lesions in his brain.
While we were told that they were not causing him any of the current side effects, we could not identify how long the tumors were there, considering he hadn't had a brain MRI since he was diagnosed in 2005. He was receiving his treatments of interferon and interleukin while in the hospital and seemed to tolerate them well. A radiation Oncologist was brought in to discuss radiation treatments to the brain. She said that he would be getting radiation to the full head since they weren't sure if any additional tumors existed which may not have been seen in the scan. His treatment plan consisted of five days of radiation, for three straight weeks and then re-evaluation at that time.
On Monday June 16th, Dad wanted to go home, so that is what we did. He went home with a radiation and injection schedule. The week of June 16th through June 22nd, he was handling his radiation and injections very well. In the midst of the schedules, Mom had knee surgery on Friday, June 20, which led friends and family pulling together to help get Dad to his radiation treatments and injections everyday.
Monday, June 23 we had an appointment with Dr. Needles (Dad's oncologist) and found out that Dad's blood count and platelet levels were astronomically low (i.e. - 19, while the normal range is from 150 - 400). So we wheeled right downstairs and had blood drawn for transfusion for the following day. He was also told that they would have to stop the injections until his platelets rose to normal levels.
Tuesday, June 24 he was taken to the lab area of the cancer center where they infused two units of blood and a unit of platelets. While he was sitting all day he developed extreme pain in his right foot. Dr. Needles came down to take a look at his foot and said that we need to keep an eye on it. At this time he had bruising on his left leg (we believe from rubbing up against the wheelchair legs in combination with his low platelets).
Wednesday, June 25 he went to his normal radiation appointment, and came home to celebrate Grandma's birthday, by having dinner with his kids, son & daughter-in-law, and all five grandchildren. The boys went fishing and had a great turnout ... just about 15 fish in under two hours. Not too shabby.
The girls went to the nearby park and played for awhile. Everyone reconvened at Grandma and Grandpa's house, leaving shortly thereafter, but not before saying our good-byes, with many hugs and kisses.
Thursday, June 26 Dad woke up around 7am and went to the recliner with his Oxygen. He dozed off for a few hours, which was common as of late. Around 9am, Mom attempted to wake him up from his nap, but was unable to arouse him and called 911. He was taken back to St. Johns ER where they needed to put a breathing tube in (intubate) since he was unable to maintain his own airway. He was taken for a CT Scan of his brain to identify whether the problem was due to a stroke or a brain bleed. That test came back negative at that point in time.
After a short time spent waiting for a bed in the ICU, we left the ER. The ICU doctors evaluated Dad and came to the conclusion that he most likely had a small stroke. The difficulty in this situation is the fact that they were unable to give him blood thinners due to the brain tumors and the chance of them bleeding. This, coupled with the continuation of the right foot issue, led the assumptions down the path that one of his tumors was throwing clots to his leg (and possibly brain) and it was cutting off the blood flow to those areas.
That evening one of the ICU doctors discussed the option of taking him to surgery to address the foot, or leaving it as it was. The risks of surgery were that if they gave dad blood thinners to dissolve the clot it would have been an increased risk for the brain tumors to bleed. So we decided as a family to leave the foot alone and deal with it when the time came.
Friday, June 27 was the day that the family discussed and came to the conclusion, based on what each of us would do, but more importantly based on what Dad wanted and had discussed in the past, that we should take Dad off the respirator if it comes down to being the only method by which we can suspend his life. The discussion came from the doctors stating that their was little to no hope that he would come out of unconsciousness.
Sad and apprehensive, we knew what we had to do... We all went home and showered and cleaned up and met back at the hospital that afternoon and decided to take Dad off of the respirator. We disconnected him around 3:30pm. We all had our quiet time with him and were able to say what we wanted him to hear. Family and friends came in and out of his room that Friday night telling jokes and old stories. We sat all night reminiscing about the past. It was an evening he would have appreciated, under better circumstances or not.
He finally passed at 4:40am on Saturday June 28. Everyone in the room knew, once we saw the clock, that the time was right to leave. Thanks Mr. J. for remembering when to pick him up ... Enjoy the game,
So his legacy will live on in his wife, kids and grandkids, it also lives on in you. Thank you for taking the time to read this, to understand a bit more of what Dad went through in his final days, and be sure to share your memories, jokes, and well wishes on DennisRohde.com
And finally, thank you to Dad ... for who you were, who you've helped us become, and who you've made us want to be.
~Always and forever~

