Life’s Daily Inspiration A Mans friends!
Life’s Daily Inspiration in a man who showed himself friendly
We as humans want to define what a person has accomplished in life by what they have or own.
But, it’s not right. You can be poor as a church mouse and be very
Last week I lost a dear friend to stage 4 lung cancer with metastasis to bone, liver and multiple other places.
His name was Mr. Fred and he was eighty years young.
He didn’t know what slow down and pace yourself meant. He lived every day as if it was his last. A real “life’s daily inspiration.” Mr. Fred lived life to the fullest.
Mr. Fred went to the ER on Christmas Eve. He was still walking on but he was in a lot of pain. He had been cutting brush out at his farm the week before and ended up with a total of nine ribs fractured. Supposedly from cutting brush.
The hospital doctor gave him pain meds and sent him home He was to make a Doctors appointment with his regular Doctor the following week.
His regular doctor wasn’t convinced of the ER doctors diagnosis. The X-rays didn’t look just like broken ribs.
The next appointment was with an oncologist. His family Doctor got him an appointment ASAP for 3 days later.
The oncologist scheduled several tests before his appointment.
Again Mr. Fred walked into his appointment with his son Luke with him. The news was bad . He had stage 4 lung cancer with Mets to the bone, liver, pancreas and multiple other places.
The Oncologist sent him home with Hospice.
That’s how I got involved. We had been friends for a few years. The family knew I had retired but after explaining he likely had days only his son asked If I would care for him at home.
This sweet little teddy bear of a gentleman every holiday for the last two years brought me either a slab of smoked ribs or smoked pork butt. ( the whole thing) or a whole smoked Turkey.
Why did you say? To show me how much he appreciated my care of his wife Elaine.
That was not necessary and I had told him so repeatedly. But, he said it was something he could do.Before each holiday he would call me up and say, he was on his way with my barbecue. He always told he would never forget how good I was to his whole family.
I tried to tell him I treated everyone the same. But, truthfully some are easier to love. Mr. Fred was one of those.
I came to care for Mr. Fred around 4:30 on Tuesday evening on the eighth of January. Which believe it or not was the anniversary of his wife’s death two years before on the eighth.
They say it’s a small world and I believe it.
Mr. Fred had been hanging out in his recliner for the last week. If he wasn’t at the the doctor’s office, he was sitting in the recliner day and night. Those ribs made it impossible to lie down and then get up to go to the bathroom.
I met his son Luke and his Daughter June at 4:30 like I’d said. A hospice admissions nurse came 20 minutes later to admit him to hospice.
He slept in the recliner that night. We would get the new meds from the hospice pharmacy the next morning. The next morning Mr. Fred was in a lot of pain until we got the meds from the hospice pharmacy. A short time later Mr. Fred was in no pain for the first time in a week and a half. I was able to clean him up and put him in bed for the first time in a week in a half. He had a lot of company that 2 days. 54 friends and relatives came to see their friend and loved one. He had a good night was very comfortable.No pain with new pain meds.
The 3rd day found Mr. Fred unable to get up. Awake off and on part of the morning. But, unable to speak. By early afternoon he was unresponsive to all.
He had over 38 people come by that afternoon and morning.
6:30 am the next morning I called the family. The son came ASAP the daughter started up from Atlanta Ga. His sister Susan came who lived in town. Mr. Fred died around 11:15 am , a half hour after his daughter arrived. Friends and family continued to arrive until around 4 pm.
This man’s legacy wasn’t in his earthly processions but rather his legacy was in his friends left behind. He always had time for a friend. He was a natural encourager and an inspiration to those that new him.
A man that hath friends must be found friendly. And there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
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Scarlett and Elaine