My Father’s Funeral Expenses

My beloved father, Sadollah Torabi, better known as Hamid, passed away February 5th, 2018.


Our story begins in May of 2016 when my mother was finally cured of breast cancer after several months of treatment. However we didn’t have much time to celebrate. The following month my father wasn’t feeling well and after numerous tests, he was diagnosed with gastric cancer.

Month after month, he was in and out of hospitals, constantly going through various treatments of chemo and radiation. Within the first 3 months he was unable to eat anything and lost a considerable amount of weight. He was in constant pain. Doctors were still hopeful and we never gave up, constantly trying new things. But his health continued to deteriorate.


 A year passed and my dad had gone through 5 different treatments. Eventually his cancer had metastasized, meaning it had spread. It was now in his lungs and affected his breathing.

In October, I was thankful to have had my dad walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. It was difficult for him to stand for long periods of time, for he was constantly fatigued. The weather was cold that day, making it unbearable for him to be outside for most of the wedding. But he did it, and he did it for me.


After that day, everything went downhill. My mother was constantly driving him to the ER every week and spending days at a time living in the hospital. In January, I had left my job and flew down to be with my parents. My dads cancer spread to his liver and kidney, one affecting the other. His skin and eyes were yellow, he was skin and bones, and fluid was filling up his lungs, stomach and legs.

Physical therapy couldn’t get him out of bed, at this point my dad was unable to walk anymore. No amount of pain medication was helping relive his agony. Night after night, my mother and I spent every second trying to make my dad comfortable. It was the hardest thing to endure, seeing him like that was heartbreaking. 

I spent my 25th birthday in the hospital by his bedside. And 6 days later we celebrated his 65th birthday the same way. 


The next day, the doctors came and after an examination asked me and mom to step outside. She told us his pupils weren’t responding anymore. My dad was actively dying, he had less than 24 hours to live. 

My mom had fainted, my heart was shattered to pieces. We ran back into the room, pulled up a chair on both sides of the bed and held his hand tightly. His eyes were open but couldn’t see, he was just slowly breathing. Within a few hours, he had flat lined.

If you could help our family by donating anything, we will greatly appreciate it. No words can describe our loss but anything will help. We just want to be able to give our father a beautiful funeral and lay him to Rest In Peace. 

Thank you. 

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Niloofar Campos 
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Houston, TX
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