Losing my stepfather

Getting devastated news that your stepsister tells you that you stepfather who is like a 2nd father is dying of cancer. Is so heart breakin. 

Update on the last three years

Hello bloggers,

There has been so much updates that I don't even know where to start and with all the catching up. I guess I will start with end of 2018 into 2021. 

The rest of 2018 was great. Spending time with friends and family, getting ready to leave for Florida to spend the rest of the year and so forth.

Its now 2019 and we are enjoying Florida the same place where we have been going to for 21 years. 

Spent time in Florida till April. Came back had a great summer being out on the boat and doing normal summer things such as parties, concerts and more. Little did I know before the summer was over my life would change in a way drastic way. On August 8th of 2019 at 9pm I was rushed to the hospital due to sudden and immense pain as well as vomiting and dehydration. When we arrived at the hospital I was literally on my hands and knees crawling to the ER in tears. They put me in a wheel chair and tooked me back. I got 1/2 way and had to sit on one of the couches to be seen to get my blood work and IV for fluids and meds. About 5 to 10 minutes later I will still waiting. I decided to Stan up and next thing I know I'm laying on the floor with tons of medical staff. A c-collar around my neck and on a back board. Little did I know I had passed out and coded. They red line me which means for the people who are not familiar it means I get priority over everyone else waiting like if I was a person who was taken to the hospital by ambo from a serious accident or sickness. They finally get me in to the trauma room or in military terms theater giving me fluids and meds. By the time they were in I was finally relaxed with the pain but not before doing tons of test including normal blood work like CBC, Urine, and many others as well as a CT, Ultrasound, Transvaginal Ultrasound after almost 2hrs waiting for the results. The doctor came back with the news that I had a severe UTI, kidney stones and kidney infection. They admitted me and that was the start of the 2 weeks on the 4th floor. By the week I declined even more by Friday night my temp rosed to dangerous temps. At one point I went from 102 to 104.6. By Saturday night they schedule for surgery the next day. On Sunday morning they wheeled me back to drain the infection. To make long story short I had stent placement and had to wait 2 months to remove the stones. I ended up like I said before 2 wks in the hospital at lease 4 to 6 bags of fluid and more with that being said. Because of that and all the fluids it started to back in my lungs. So I was drowning in my own fluids. By then end of next week I was out of the hospital. I was good for the next 3 days before I was diagnosed with pneumonia and was placed on an inhale. So it was a whirl wind you can say. 

Fast forward to the end of the month into the beginning of September having PTSD and anxiety do to the trauma I went through and freaking out with every little pain either in my stomach or back. I had one more month before surgery to remove the stones and change out the stent. So in all it was three months of torture from August until October. Then everything seem to be ok then another turn of events in November before once again to go to Florida. In the middle of November I once again started to have bloating and pain as well. This went on until the middle of December when my doctor diagnosed me with IBS after every thing I've been through. I started working on my treatment to ease my symptoms by not eating fast food and diet/regular sodas. 

2020 came and we welcomed the Covid-19 pandemic but before all that we were still in Florida enjoying sea world and many others. This was the official day or year that I could say that I was stuck in the house for 3 years and never did anything except maybe 2 things which was my nephews surprise birthday and voting but other then that I never left the house. 

That year was also the year that I was also diagnosed with IBS well 2019 into 2020. Finished all this. Went back home and did the same back home. 

Now come to 2020-2021 we are finally back in Florida still didn't do anything for these last three months. Finally in March of 2021 tried doing Irish festival made through it before going to bells before having another episode and ended up passing out not before an employee caught me. 

I'm literally at my breaking point where I don't think this is even normal IBS at this point. 

So once again 3 months in Florida and won't be celebrating my birthday down here let alone continue to be happy and enjoying life any more.