I just wanted to update all of you that my dad passed away on May 16th. He was a six year survivor with just one lung lost due to cancer. He bet the odds. This past Feb he was short of breadth and admitted to the hospital for pneumonia, STAFF infection and blood infection. He was put on IV antibiotics, just never got better. The Ct scan show a spot on the top of his remaining lung. Doctors felt it was scar tissue, or pneumonia pockets. He had 2 bronsc. scopes. the first showed no tumors, the second, showed suspicious cells. Then blood work showed CEA level to be 53.1. They were sure his lung cancer was back. His breathing was the problem he was on oxygen all the time and that did not even help him. He was told that he was terminal and he never told us. He must of wanted to spare us. He began taking Iressa 3 weeks before he passed away. Im not sure if the pill just made the tumors grow so fast. I will never know. I live 2 hours from my parents and the last week, my mom noticed a change in him. He was weak, felt bloated in the stomach, not really hungry at all. I still managed to talk to him a few times a week that last week. I came home on Saturday morning like I have been doing since Feb. I saw the change in my dad, he was weak, not eating, just very little food, and very little drinking. We did talk and watched the Yankee game and had a good day. That night, we sat at the dinner table and he could not eat and I said, ok dad that alright. He could not balance his arms at all, I guess it was the weakness. That night into Sunday he started to feel cold and clammy, then hot. We were up all night with him, he was talking about his old boss, going to work, family and friends. I was a bit scared why he was saying this but Hospice informed me this was normal and he was crossing over. He asked me to hold his hand, I did. We finally took him to the Er in the morning. His oxygen level was 66. They took a chest x-ray and it was bad, very bad. He was in and out at the hosp and was aware that all the family was there with him. He talked to me my mom and my brother. He kept pulling off his oxygen, he said he did not want it. We then made the decision to take dad to a Hospice facility. They gave him a shot at the Er and then we went there. He never really awoke from the shot. It was adavan or something like that. He was breathing with oxygen, resting peacefully. Our priest came and gave my dad the last rites, his grey skin coloring turned rosey pink and he just stopped breathing slowly. It was the most peaceful thing i have ever seen. My dad was lucky not to suffer form lung cancer. I know its hard for some people and the family. Just don't be afraid of anything. I was a basket case many months ago, but now im so at peace knowing hes ok now. No more shortness of breadth. I will miss our phone conversations, I will miss his smile, his laughter, just everything about him. He was a dear husband and the best dad. I just want to share this with all of you who may feel alone and empty. Im here to chat if you would like too. Thank you all.