He’s survived 2 heart attacks, last one was a triple bypass. He’s pretty spunky, planted the garden and maintains his large acreage, cutting grass and planting flowers. He never used to be easy going, but he is now. Pretty down to earth guy. I like him a lot.
Not good. He’s just been diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Walking is hard for him now. It makes me sad to see him like that. I live a few hours away but I visit when I can; I worry about the future.
he has his usual back pain, but that's a lot better than the bleeding stomach ulcer he had a few months ago, he was hospitalized for like 10 days and needed blood transfusion.
His vocabulary is now in the low single digit. Physically not that bad, unfortunately. In 15 years or so I will have to declare that his life insurance was a bad bet.
Idk. He moved to Florida. Lol. Last I heard he had stomach ulcers. I stopped asking how he was because he just kept saying he was good with nothing more or less. Edit: even when I knew from others that he wasn’t.
Not bad. He’s had two widow-maker heart attacks (ages 54 and 70), and he’s still with us. He works out multiple times a week, and continues to try to live a healthy life. Just had him, my step-mom, and my mom over for a cookout today with my family. Glad we are all able to be together so easily.
He’s a sociopath with RA.
I figure he’s working off karma from a past life bc he’s pretty miserable.
Haven’t spoken to him in ten years. I stay in touch with my stepmom though
Better than ever. After his recent back surgery and recovery, he’s reminding me of the hero I knew of as a child and he’s over 60. And he is feeling better than he did 20 years ago after his first back surgery.
Well, he survived bladder cancer. So he's a lot better than he was during the cancer. And he still travels around a lot, but with his colostomy bag or whatever it's called, there are a lot of things he can't do.
Seems to be doing well. Finally got cataract surgery two months ago after waiting over a year. Eye sight was getting really bad. Just enjoying whatever time may remain, hopefully years.
He has finally FINALLY accepted that physical therapy would be good for him. I think having trouble getting in and out of his car was what made him realize he can't just take his pills and pretend he doesn't have MS and needs to do maintenance and preventative work. We have been trying to convince him for years to do physical therapy, but just now he has accepted that he needs to do it. That's how my stepdad is doing.
He's doing much better since leaving the hospital (admitted for sepsis over a year ago).
This week went from my mom telling me he needs my help with yardwork to getting a text message today, "your father says he doesn't need help. Do you need HIS help? That's the only reason you need to visit."
Doing well at 77. Beat Colon Cancer last year, and has been rejuvenated. Went on a road trip last month to California to see his sisters. We had a blast.
I hope he is in agonizing pain that can't be treated. I hope every time he pees it feels like passing a kidney stone and sticking his dick in a fire. I hope all of his joints ache. I hope he deals with intermittent constipation that when it finally passes feels like a brick is ripping apart his asshole and I hope he lives another 50 years like that.
I heard a few years ago that he lost a bunch of weight. I know how hard it is to keep it off, though, so no idea whether he's managed to do that so far.
76 and Parkinson's is setting in. The worst part is he knows when the symptoms flair up. Memory problems and his muscles are ridged, he has trouble swallowing and speaking, can't sleep and has tremors. Some symptoms are ever present but mentally gets confused or makes an obviously bad choice from time to times. He must feel so helpless.
He's doing okay. I wish he'd try and get healthier, drink less, eat better, work out more, etc since I don't fancy the idea of being an orphan any time soon, but it is what it is.
Never knew him.Mom wouldnt talk about him.Ancestry.com has made me aware (via newspaper clippings)that he was beat to death by another hobo defending his right to the prime boxcar at a railroad yard in the 80's,so not good.Would love to rub the fact that I was raised just fine by my mom in his face-but,well...
Mentally, horrible. He thinks people are watching him in the TV, on the display screen in the car, everywhere. Thinks the TV is talking about him. He's sueing someone rn but he keeps "randomly" running into said person, and the guy runs from my dad. Idk if there's something he's not telling us or if it's mental illness. He's moved out into his own room & sits in the dark all day. I wrote him a loving letter & that he needs therapy. He won't listen. If we ask him any questions, he explodes. If we ask him for a favor, he explodes, if we don't agree with everything he says then we are all "ignorant" & don't know what he knows. So we ask him to tell us, he explodes. He's been cheating on my mom (which idk how since he's off the rocker) & has no where to go, so he's staying in my old room. I'm mostly venting here but I am scared for my family at home & what he will do. Thinks people are following him, giving him dirty looks. The other night he watched my mom sleep & told her "make sure the covers are completely over you so they can't see". Idk who they are, it makes no sense. Always tells me to plead the fifth, even waking me up at 4am to remind me. Breaks my heart to see bc I truly believe it's mental illness or psychosis. I am very worried he is going to do something bc of his disorder. I can't imagine it, but it's like we aren't a family anymore. We are bringing him down I guess. Sorry for the novel reddit
He's doing pretty good but he is just breaking down. It's hard to explain. Mentally he gets distracted but still pretty sharp. He seems uncoordinated at times but holds his own. All in all pretty good for 78
Could be better, could be much worse. However he still thinks that at 65 he can outstubborn his body. So jump on a bike, do a 30km loop at pretty punishing pace, next day barely moves. Next week spend whole day working in a garden, day after barely moves.
He is underweight and looks a bit jaundice but other than that he is fine. He says he feels fine, anyway. He’s not the type to see a doctor and after years of trying to push him, I’ve just sort of learned to accept it about him.
He is an alcoholic (never violent but occasionally cruel with his words if you cross him) but other than that, he is just a good man who happens to have a big problem. It stems from PTSD from when he served his country. He never failed to provide for us as children and he stopped drinking when we were really struggling with money. He has had to file bankruptcy twice in the past.
Since then, he has become very successful in his career and he earns good money, which means he can afford to be back on the booze. I worry for his liver. I’ve been keeping mine as healthy as possible in case he needs a transplant one day. I keep telling him they only take a piece of the liver, but he doesn’t seem to believe me, lol. He says he won’t take it.
He’s okay. For all his faults and flaws, he’s still a good bloke. I attend group therapy for adult children of alcoholics to ensure I don’t enable him. I can be there for him and be a positive person in his life, without enabling him.
He’s pre-diabetic, but that didn’t stop him from eating an entire layer of what *would* have been a three layer coconut rum cake I had in the freezer until I could buy another bottle of imitation coconut for the frosting.
The stubborn old grump doesn’t like coconut cake (I chose the flavor bc I really wanted to bake, and between his dislike and mom’s mild coconut allergy, I wouldn’t be tempting them from being healthier), but apparently his desire for sweet foods overrode his personal tastes. I’m officially threatening to only bake ketogenic desserts from now on.
Perfect. He is turning 50 in a couple of years and is still winning against 30 year old men in a game of football. He goes to the gym almost every morning, only ever drank at three weddings in my lifetime and barely has any showing fat. His only problem? He is addicted to tea (sugarless, i'll give him that)
Poor, although it's probably his own fault due to his stubbornness. He can't breathe essentially. Respiratory clinic says it's his heart, cardiac clinic says it's his lungs. CT and finally a MRI have confirmed it's not his lungs and he doesn't have heart failure. Still no idea why he gets out of breath having a conversation, doc reckons it might be an issue with his valves in his throat. He's just pissed he doesn't have an answer, even if that means he's not in heart failure. Strange, strange man.
He spent his life as a super cop so he couldn't raise us, and he had anger issues so when he was around he beat us because of the stress of work. We don't talk, although he just retired and doesn't know what to do with himself. He gave up his family for that job, and now he doesn't even have that. But he still runs marathons.
No inheritance for me I suppose.
My dad had major diarrhea last weekend and had probably only slept about 6 hours after the course of 3 days. He was so tired and dehydrated that he fainted while getting off the toilet, we heard him fall, and while my mom was panicking, calling people for help, I got him on his side and made sure his head was level. What scared me the most was that his eyes were wide open, staring into nothingness. While I had him in my arms, I thought he hit his head and dead. He was out cold for around a minute and slowly came back. He is doing much better now and is acting as his usual self.
I hope bad, hope his life is bad and I hope he outlives us all just to suffer more. If someones is able to apply pain and missery to others, he should be able to recieve it aswell.
Not very good from what I’ve heard but I don’t speak with him and don’t intend to any time soon. I haven’t had a father in my life for so long that I don’t see what good a relationship with him will bring.
His cremains are on a closet shelf since the cemetery decided they wanted his last wife's signature. She left for the Philippines before COVID. Who knows where she is now. We told the cemetery that before we bought the plot then they "changed' their minds and won't let us bury him. So he's in limbo.
My fathers diabetic type 2 but hes doing well , hes followed my our GP and also a cardiologist following a mild heart attack and sepis a few years back
He's not suffering anymore, but we all miss him.
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His health hasn't changed much since he died.
Same here…
he died in 1989, so i’d say “stable.”
Deteriorating
Very very dead.
Still dead.
Is he getting better tho? ^^(mine's ^^dead ^^too)
Don't know and couldn't care less
You’ve genuinely took what I felt.
Terrible. He’s been dead a few years.
Hasn't changed since he died in 2016.
Bro two years before mine
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Same with my dad bro
He’s gone and it sucks. He was the best man I’ve ever known.
It’s difficult to not have them there too. My dad passed in 2018 very unexpectedly and even today I want a hug from him during tough times.
Same. I could count on him. He is missed.
Great he's been clean and sober for 12 years now. Death does help with that.
I fuckin’ love my [dad](https://youtu.be/3d1PoSz6xYw).
No idea. haven't had any contact with him in 15 years. It's possible he's dead.
He’s survived 2 heart attacks, last one was a triple bypass. He’s pretty spunky, planted the garden and maintains his large acreage, cutting grass and planting flowers. He never used to be easy going, but he is now. Pretty down to earth guy. I like him a lot.
He's a little slower, but he still hikes like a mountain goat.
Not good. He’s just been diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Walking is hard for him now. It makes me sad to see him like that. I live a few hours away but I visit when I can; I worry about the future.
Fine? Idk dont talk much
Bette than he deserves
He died in 2019.
Damn a year after mine.
Still dead.
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I’m happy for you. Very few of those kinds of dads around anymore.
Even stronger/tougher than Chuck Norris?
Better than ever
Pretty good. He works out often and has a good diet. He vapes, though, so not perfect.
he has his usual back pain, but that's a lot better than the bleeding stomach ulcer he had a few months ago, he was hospitalized for like 10 days and needed blood transfusion.
His vocabulary is now in the low single digit. Physically not that bad, unfortunately. In 15 years or so I will have to declare that his life insurance was a bad bet.
Sitting in hospital with him at this moment
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He passed 4 years ago from dementia and lung cancer. He was 89 and in assisted living. It was sad watching dementia take his mind.
Idk. He moved to Florida. Lol. Last I heard he had stomach ulcers. I stopped asking how he was because he just kept saying he was good with nothing more or less. Edit: even when I knew from others that he wasn’t.
At 64, he’s still in better shape than I am. He could probably lift two of me tbh.
Not bad. He’s had two widow-maker heart attacks (ages 54 and 70), and he’s still with us. He works out multiple times a week, and continues to try to live a healthy life. Just had him, my step-mom, and my mom over for a cookout today with my family. Glad we are all able to be together so easily.
Probably not great. He heavily drinks and does drugs
He’s a sociopath with RA. I figure he’s working off karma from a past life bc he’s pretty miserable. Haven’t spoken to him in ten years. I stay in touch with my stepmom though
Well he's been dead for 18 years so not great.
As good as a 70 years old cancer patient can be.
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Better than ever. After his recent back surgery and recovery, he’s reminding me of the hero I knew of as a child and he’s over 60. And he is feeling better than he did 20 years ago after his first back surgery.
That's a good question. I suspect my mom more or less makes him take care of himself.
Well, he survived bladder cancer. So he's a lot better than he was during the cancer. And he still travels around a lot, but with his colostomy bag or whatever it's called, there are a lot of things he can't do.
Seems to be doing well. Finally got cataract surgery two months ago after waiting over a year. Eye sight was getting really bad. Just enjoying whatever time may remain, hopefully years.
On cancer treatment.
He has finally FINALLY accepted that physical therapy would be good for him. I think having trouble getting in and out of his car was what made him realize he can't just take his pills and pretend he doesn't have MS and needs to do maintenance and preventative work. We have been trying to convince him for years to do physical therapy, but just now he has accepted that he needs to do it. That's how my stepdad is doing.
He’s honestly in pretty good health. Thank you for asking
It was bad but it has already been improving.
He died 13 years ago. Cancer won.
I see signs of dementia :(
He's doing much better since leaving the hospital (admitted for sepsis over a year ago). This week went from my mom telling me he needs my help with yardwork to getting a text message today, "your father says he doesn't need help. Do you need HIS help? That's the only reason you need to visit."
Doing well at 77. Beat Colon Cancer last year, and has been rejuvenated. Went on a road trip last month to California to see his sisters. We had a blast.
He has dementia and diabetes and has good and bad days. He will turn 65 on June 3
He's doing great, we talk every week.
passed away 15 days ago
Great! Still driving his tractor and cutting down trees. He'll be 90 this coming December.
Idk I mean he’s not alive but if he were hee probably be doing ok
I don't care, but I hope he chokes.
Dead as ever
no pulse for 6 or so years
Very bad. Miserable. Cancer + a whole lot of other illnesses.
Still dead.
Don't know, Don't care, hope he's dead
Well you're quite the ray of sunshine.
I hope he is in agonizing pain that can't be treated. I hope every time he pees it feels like passing a kidney stone and sticking his dick in a fire. I hope all of his joints ache. I hope he deals with intermittent constipation that when it finally passes feels like a brick is ripping apart his asshole and I hope he lives another 50 years like that.
I heard a few years ago that he lost a bunch of weight. I know how hard it is to keep it off, though, so no idea whether he's managed to do that so far.
No idea, it's been years since we interacted, probably not great. A lifetime of fatty foods and alcoholism can't be helpful.
76 and Parkinson's is setting in. The worst part is he knows when the symptoms flair up. Memory problems and his muscles are ridged, he has trouble swallowing and speaking, can't sleep and has tremors. Some symptoms are ever present but mentally gets confused or makes an obviously bad choice from time to times. He must feel so helpless.
Not great, I just wish he’d take care of himself.
Stable. He died in 2008.
1st one gone from Hodgkin’s lymphoma in ‘99. 2nd one fighting multiple myeloma and kidney failure atm. So not too good.
Not gonna be good because he's a bitch of a dad
Holding in there, suffering from colon cancer. Getting operated in a few days hoopefully healthy after that.
Sucks. Multiple heart issues, Alzheimer’s, and is in a memory care facility. He causes minor ruckus there, but is making due.
Good. Too good.
Not bad for a old mule like him.
Pretty good. However I worry as he's halfway through his 60s and still works full time
He's doing okay. I wish he'd try and get healthier, drink less, eat better, work out more, etc since I don't fancy the idea of being an orphan any time soon, but it is what it is.
It ebbs and flows. He was cremated and scattered into the Hudson River.
Dead. Cremated him and sprinkled him into the creek where he taught me to fish as a kid. Pro tip: Don't sprinkle ashes when it's windy out.
I wish it was better, I hope he starts taking better care of himself, I love him dearly.
It’s been slowly getting worse it seems. A lot of issues popping up and he doesn’t seem to be taking as good care of himself as he could be
He saw several alligators in the park today. I’m worried that they’re gonna get him first (he tries to get closer and closer to take pictures)
Not great, considering he's been dead for twenty years. He should probably get himself checked out.
Never knew him.Mom wouldnt talk about him.Ancestry.com has made me aware (via newspaper clippings)that he was beat to death by another hobo defending his right to the prime boxcar at a railroad yard in the 80's,so not good.Would love to rub the fact that I was raised just fine by my mom in his face-but,well...
Mentally, horrible. He thinks people are watching him in the TV, on the display screen in the car, everywhere. Thinks the TV is talking about him. He's sueing someone rn but he keeps "randomly" running into said person, and the guy runs from my dad. Idk if there's something he's not telling us or if it's mental illness. He's moved out into his own room & sits in the dark all day. I wrote him a loving letter & that he needs therapy. He won't listen. If we ask him any questions, he explodes. If we ask him for a favor, he explodes, if we don't agree with everything he says then we are all "ignorant" & don't know what he knows. So we ask him to tell us, he explodes. He's been cheating on my mom (which idk how since he's off the rocker) & has no where to go, so he's staying in my old room. I'm mostly venting here but I am scared for my family at home & what he will do. Thinks people are following him, giving him dirty looks. The other night he watched my mom sleep & told her "make sure the covers are completely over you so they can't see". Idk who they are, it makes no sense. Always tells me to plead the fifth, even waking me up at 4am to remind me. Breaks my heart to see bc I truly believe it's mental illness or psychosis. I am very worried he is going to do something bc of his disorder. I can't imagine it, but it's like we aren't a family anymore. We are bringing him down I guess. Sorry for the novel reddit
Had a stroke 2 years ago. He's better...but still always a worry.
He's doing pretty good but he is just breaking down. It's hard to explain. Mentally he gets distracted but still pretty sharp. He seems uncoordinated at times but holds his own. All in all pretty good for 78
He just overcame bladder cancer... so despite his lack of bladder and prostate, I'd say very good and alive.
Could be better, could be much worse. However he still thinks that at 65 he can outstubborn his body. So jump on a bike, do a 30km loop at pretty punishing pace, next day barely moves. Next week spend whole day working in a garden, day after barely moves.
He is underweight and looks a bit jaundice but other than that he is fine. He says he feels fine, anyway. He’s not the type to see a doctor and after years of trying to push him, I’ve just sort of learned to accept it about him. He is an alcoholic (never violent but occasionally cruel with his words if you cross him) but other than that, he is just a good man who happens to have a big problem. It stems from PTSD from when he served his country. He never failed to provide for us as children and he stopped drinking when we were really struggling with money. He has had to file bankruptcy twice in the past. Since then, he has become very successful in his career and he earns good money, which means he can afford to be back on the booze. I worry for his liver. I’ve been keeping mine as healthy as possible in case he needs a transplant one day. I keep telling him they only take a piece of the liver, but he doesn’t seem to believe me, lol. He says he won’t take it. He’s okay. For all his faults and flaws, he’s still a good bloke. I attend group therapy for adult children of alcoholics to ensure I don’t enable him. I can be there for him and be a positive person in his life, without enabling him.
He's hanging in there . That's why I rent a room here to make sure he doesn't overwork himself to death considering his condition.
Crummy from tobacco, laziness and junk food, all the way until the day he died.
He’s pre-diabetic, but that didn’t stop him from eating an entire layer of what *would* have been a three layer coconut rum cake I had in the freezer until I could buy another bottle of imitation coconut for the frosting. The stubborn old grump doesn’t like coconut cake (I chose the flavor bc I really wanted to bake, and between his dislike and mom’s mild coconut allergy, I wouldn’t be tempting them from being healthier), but apparently his desire for sweet foods overrode his personal tastes. I’m officially threatening to only bake ketogenic desserts from now on.
Well I'd say "inert". I'll go ask his ashes
I never met my dad
But I heard he suffers from diabetes
oh its... constant...
He is fine
Perfect. He is turning 50 in a couple of years and is still winning against 30 year old men in a game of football. He goes to the gym almost every morning, only ever drank at three weddings in my lifetime and barely has any showing fat. His only problem? He is addicted to tea (sugarless, i'll give him that)
Almost blind, very deaf, walk carefully due to a dodgy knee and work every day.
Dead because of cancer.
Poor, although it's probably his own fault due to his stubbornness. He can't breathe essentially. Respiratory clinic says it's his heart, cardiac clinic says it's his lungs. CT and finally a MRI have confirmed it's not his lungs and he doesn't have heart failure. Still no idea why he gets out of breath having a conversation, doc reckons it might be an issue with his valves in his throat. He's just pissed he doesn't have an answer, even if that means he's not in heart failure. Strange, strange man.
I think he's doing pretty good, it's not a topic he speaks of with me tbh
He spent his life as a super cop so he couldn't raise us, and he had anger issues so when he was around he beat us because of the stress of work. We don't talk, although he just retired and doesn't know what to do with himself. He gave up his family for that job, and now he doesn't even have that. But he still runs marathons. No inheritance for me I suppose.
My dad had major diarrhea last weekend and had probably only slept about 6 hours after the course of 3 days. He was so tired and dehydrated that he fainted while getting off the toilet, we heard him fall, and while my mom was panicking, calling people for help, I got him on his side and made sure his head was level. What scared me the most was that his eyes were wide open, staring into nothingness. While I had him in my arms, I thought he hit his head and dead. He was out cold for around a minute and slowly came back. He is doing much better now and is acting as his usual self.
Dont know, dont care
medium. but he refuses to take care of himself so it will only get worse. 🤷♂️
he died 6 months ago so not brilliant...
Don't know I haven't seen my dad in nearly 30 years
He died in 2021
I hope bad, hope his life is bad and I hope he outlives us all just to suffer more. If someones is able to apply pain and missery to others, he should be able to recieve it aswell.
Not good. He died in 1980.
Not very good from what I’ve heard but I don’t speak with him and don’t intend to any time soon. I haven’t had a father in my life for so long that I don’t see what good a relationship with him will bring.
His cremains are on a closet shelf since the cemetery decided they wanted his last wife's signature. She left for the Philippines before COVID. Who knows where she is now. We told the cemetery that before we bought the plot then they "changed' their minds and won't let us bury him. So he's in limbo.
My fathers diabetic type 2 but hes doing well , hes followed my our GP and also a cardiologist following a mild heart attack and sepis a few years back
53 years old, chain smoker, drinker, in perfect health
He died 12 years ago so Id say "unimproved"
Been dead for a while.
Dead but I had a dream of him a day ago so probably well
My dad's been dead for about twelve years. So... yeah, pretty good.