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For a good year or two so my Dad had been fighting an infection in his foot (the poor-weight Diabetes for years, caused nearly no circulation in his feet, stepped on a toothpick one day, never noticed, and it festered.) that slowly lead to it being cut away, until the entire foot had to be cut.

Things were looking up in November of '05 when he suddenly got very very sick, and they had found the infection in his body once more. His kidneys crapped out and once he learned that he'd most likely be in a permanent dialysis machine, his condition rapidly deteriorated. He passed away within a few days.

I was in collage at the time during finals project crunch time. It was about a week before I was set to go home for Christmas break. I didn't know about it until it happened, and it all happened very quickly.

On the one hand I wanna say to stay positive and try not to buy into those timetables until you die, and mentally refuse to die, but I'm unsure how true it is.

But I will say, for god sakes, spend time with your Dad before you can't!