Thanks Pip, I really hope he will be okay soon too - but I'm gonna have a little rant now about him so hope you all dont mind cause I think this is gonna be a long one *sighs*
Basically my dad is an alcholic and most of the family except me had even stopped talkin to him but about 2 years ago he ended up in hospital and things came to a head as he was diagnosed with chronic pancreatitis, after 3 hospital stays he finally realised he had to stop as everytime he had a drink he was vomitting blood and extremely ill, he did stop but over the next year he still ended up in hospital at least once a month and I was the one that did the running around in and out of the hospital every day to see him, he then got a little councel house as him and my mum had seperated because of his drinking 8 years ago. It was me and my mum that cleaned out his flat and moved all of his stuff to his new house, and it was really really disgusting (like something out of how clean is your house) his new place was fully furnished by my mum, me and my sister and eventually with much presuation from me all of the family started to talk to him again and fences were mended as he was making the effort and had stopped drinking.
But as I am the eldest I did most of the running around after him and took him in with us for a while when he was at his sickest, I also did lots of cooking for him when he did move into his new place.
Now last feb he came to me and told me he had started to have a few drinks every now and again and I told him he was very silly as he had been told that he has a huge cyst in his pancreas and that if he did drink he could end up with pancreatic cancer, but I kinda brushed it all under the carpet as I didn't want to fall out with him and put extra pressure on myself with being pregnanct.
Well last wed week, my brother who was working with him tells me that he has turned yellow but that he was going to the doc on friday, he went to the doc and the doc told him to go straight to hospital and he told the doc a big lie and siad that he had a huge job on and could it wait till sun, the doc said he would advise him to go in now but he should be ok till Sun. So I called down and asked him what was he doing and did he realise how dangerous it was that it could mean that he is in liver failure and what was his reason for staying home and he said that he wanted to see the rugby match on Sat and that he would go in then, I got really upset and begged him to go in that I was really worried but he refused.
Eventually he went in on Sunday and I spent all week running in again, but on this wed we were discussing his diagnoses, which is that the cyst has doubled in size and is blocking the ducts in his liver so they will have to put a drain in to drain the cyst, we were then discussing what the specialist had said to him last and I commented on how he had missed his last couple of appointments with the specilist and he probably should have gone and then it all kicked off, he had an awful row with me and was really mean to me and said that I had been trying to conform him for years and that I should stop getting onto him as I seemed to have a real problem with him, I explained that I was a bit upset as I was used to his drink coming before me but It hurt that he wouldn't go to the hospital when I asked because of a silly match and that I had spent last weekend worrying silly that something would happend to him and that I had already lost one baby and didn't need the extra stress being pregnant and he was really horrilbe and said that so him and my mam had lost 3 babies (these were all over 20 years ago) and that what about the stress I had caused them when I was growing up.
I mean I am nearly 30 years of age and have not worried them about anything since I was a teen and really I didn't do anything out of the ordinary except maybe go out with the wrong boys and want to go places, but I wasn't a horrible teen or anything. he said some pretty horrible things to me and I ended up leaving the hospital in floods of tears and was so upset as all I have ever been guilty of is loving him and caring for him to much.
I have found the week so hard though as I haven't been back to see him since wed and I hate that he doesn't have any visitors as my younger siblings see it that he has done this to himself again. But I feel I can't go back in as I think he is going through withdrawals as he usually is very nice and we have a really good relationship when he is sober and if it was just me I am used to outbursts from him but I can't be that stressed out again for my LO's sake and DH is fuming with him and is fit to kill him.
I have phoned the hospital to check how he is and they are waiting to send him to Dublin for this operation but he hasn't even picked up the phone to apologise or even see how I am seeing as I was so upset leaving the hospital. I left in clean PJ's on Thurs with the nurses and he left me an abrubt voice mail telling me that he got them.
But it is so hard now to worry about him as no matter what he does I dont want anything to happen to him.
Anyway rant over, sorry it was all so long.