Hi. I think most of you know me as an asshole but I love you too. I normally am not one to talk about my problems freely, but I can't sleep and I think it's best if I get this outta my head now so if you're expecting one of my regular posts, sorry I can't really right now. So here's the deal. My dad is dead, or rather, damn near dead. He's an alcoholic, and after being a heavy drinker since as long as I can remember (I'm 19, so basically all my life and then some), he developed a disease named "Cirrhosis". It's a disease that, from what I understand, stops your liver from functioning due to scar tissue that builds up. http://digestive.niddk.nih.gov/ddiseases/pubs/cirrhosis/ I'm sure Peregrine could explain it much much better than I could (and I'd very much appreciate it if you would, Ben). We have had to rush him to the hospital roughly 5 times now within the last 8-10 years because this guy is a crazy drinker. He doesn't stop. Ever.
Now don't get me wrong. He is for certain a heavy drinker, but he's, what my family calls, the pioneer of our blood line. He came from El Salvador to America at the age of 17 in the mid 80's with little money to his name, and by the early 90's, he was a very successful chef working for a very successful hotel in manhattan and had already brought over several relatives here that have become just as successful as him. He's an awesome guy. He took in my step-brother as his own son, and gave him everything his biological father couldn't. He's taken my step-brother and myself all around the world. He always invited all of the kids in our neighborhood bowling and took us all to amusement parks and all of that. He's the strongest person I know. Unfortunately, he only likes to view the world from the bottom of a bottle.
This last year has been a complete downward spiral for all of us. I ended up staying in highschool for an extra 6 months because of a lousy mistake, my father and I have gotten into countless fights several that injured me fairly bad, and some other shit that I'd rather not get into. Anyway, this is basically the icing on my cake of disaster.
I don't know his exact condition right now, but one of the nurses told my mother that there's virtually no hope for him. The procedure to halt or delay the damage to his liver costs a lot of green, and hospitals have some thing about operating on patients who will just end up fucking themselves over again. I know my dad will just keep on drinking if he comes out of this fine. No one has ever been able to stop him and I doubt anyone is willing to try again. We're all basically waiting for the day where he kicks the bucket. My mother says since I'm his only true son by blood, I will have the final say on everything that happens to him in terms of funeral ceremonies, division of assets and all that after death hooha.
Maybe everyone is just over-reacting and he's probably not in any danger at all, but after talking to my brother and mother face to face in over 3 years, I feel it's best if this does end up being the final chapter in his life. Also, I think some of you religous types would like to know that due to a several events that happened, I've renewed my faith in god. Something I'd lost a few years ago. I'd go into detail but I'd rather not. Maybe later on. I'll try to keep this updated, should this thread be highly read or whatnot.
Anyway. Thoughts? Suggestions? Hugs?
Now don't get me wrong. He is for certain a heavy drinker, but he's, what my family calls, the pioneer of our blood line. He came from El Salvador to America at the age of 17 in the mid 80's with little money to his name, and by the early 90's, he was a very successful chef working for a very successful hotel in manhattan and had already brought over several relatives here that have become just as successful as him. He's an awesome guy. He took in my step-brother as his own son, and gave him everything his biological father couldn't. He's taken my step-brother and myself all around the world. He always invited all of the kids in our neighborhood bowling and took us all to amusement parks and all of that. He's the strongest person I know. Unfortunately, he only likes to view the world from the bottom of a bottle.
This last year has been a complete downward spiral for all of us. I ended up staying in highschool for an extra 6 months because of a lousy mistake, my father and I have gotten into countless fights several that injured me fairly bad, and some other shit that I'd rather not get into. Anyway, this is basically the icing on my cake of disaster.
I don't know his exact condition right now, but one of the nurses told my mother that there's virtually no hope for him. The procedure to halt or delay the damage to his liver costs a lot of green, and hospitals have some thing about operating on patients who will just end up fucking themselves over again. I know my dad will just keep on drinking if he comes out of this fine. No one has ever been able to stop him and I doubt anyone is willing to try again. We're all basically waiting for the day where he kicks the bucket. My mother says since I'm his only true son by blood, I will have the final say on everything that happens to him in terms of funeral ceremonies, division of assets and all that after death hooha.
Maybe everyone is just over-reacting and he's probably not in any danger at all, but after talking to my brother and mother face to face in over 3 years, I feel it's best if this does end up being the final chapter in his life. Also, I think some of you religous types would like to know that due to a several events that happened, I've renewed my faith in god. Something I'd lost a few years ago. I'd go into detail but I'd rather not. Maybe later on. I'll try to keep this updated, should this thread be highly read or whatnot.
Anyway. Thoughts? Suggestions? Hugs?