Phil Davidson's Funeral Arrangement
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Hey, my name is Samantha Davidson (Sam) and my dad is Phillip Davidson (Phil AKA Cowboy) and he is currently on life support in the ICU at Sarasota Memorial Hospital in Sarasota, Florida. The overall outcome isn't looking good so I'm having to make all the decisions and plan my dads funeral. That's what this gofundme is for, to help me cover the costs of my dads funeral arrangements. This goal doesn't even include possible medical bills that insurance and the hospital's financial assistance won't cover that I could possibly be stuck with.
My dad is literally one of the best and nicest guys you'll ever meet! Anyone who crossed his path or he came in contact with, instantly loved him! He'd do anything he could for everyone, period.
Now for what happened. A few months ago he started getting sick enough to actually go to the doctor. The doctors said he had pneumonia and sent him home with the necessary medicines to get rid of it. He wasn't getting better though. Actually, he started losing a drastic amount of weight very rapidly
He went back to the doctor and they diagnosed him with enphazema, double pneumonia, and a horrible case of COPD. They kept him for a few days running tests and making sure they got everything. They also wouldn't let him leave the hospital without having an oxygen tank because he had to be on oxygen 24/7.
Then about two weeks ago he still wasn't getting better so went back to the doctor to have more tests run. They found something on his left lung that they wanted to test to see if it was cancerous. However, they couldn't do a biopsy because of how weak he had become and how delicate of a procedure it was. There was a good risk of possibly popping his lung if they tried it. The doctors gave him all the medicines that he would need to try and fight whatever this possible growth was. They wanted to see if steroids and antibiotics would knock it out or at least have dad starting to get better. They wanted to try the medicines first to see if that would help before deciding to do a biopsy.
Then on Saturday March 5th, 2016 I talked to my dad and he said he was going back to the hospital because he hadn't been able to keep anything down for 2 days and he was dizzy and weak. Apparently my dad had also fallen and didn't even realize or remember it. When he got back to the hospital that day the doctors said he was in respiratory failure and had he not gotten to the hospital then he would've died. His oxygen levels in his blood were terribly low and he had a CO2 buildup in his blood. They sent him up to the ICU and got his oxygen levels stabilized.
At this point, within 4 months dad had already gone from 170lbs to 135lbs. Which was terrifying to see!
First thing Sunday morning, I immediately headed down to the hospital. We got there really late, past visiting hours, but they made an exception and let me see my daddy anyway. We were there for a few minutes when they told me they needed to wake him up to do a chest x-Ray. I got extremely lucky they had to do that because that allowed me to talk to my dad. He told me he loves me and wanted me to tell the doctors that he wants to fight!
Monday morning rolls around and I receive a phone call from the doctor himself saying that dad stopped breathing and they put him on a ventilator (life support). He wanted to perform bronchoscopy to go down there, look, and get a sample to see if it's cancerous. So of course I had to sign the paperwork approving the procedure.
After the procedure was finished the doctor went over everything with the entire family that he had already told my brother and I before the procedure. About how the end outcome of everything is still eventually going to be the same. We will be losing my dad whether it be within a matter of days or longer. But my dad is currently only able to use 25% of his lungs, 25% is taken by enphazema and the other 50% is takin up by whatever this mass is that they are trying to find out if it's cancer or not. It has been spreading at an alarming rate.
Basically it boils down to the fact that my dad will never be off life support, he has no lungs left and there truly isn't a point in putting him through more unnecessary pain for our own selfish curiosity of what this is that's killing him.
One of the worst feelings in the world is being the 28year old daughter to only a 53 year old man and having to make these decisions. While watching his mom and dad so devastated because no parent should ever have to bury their child! My dad is their oldest, their first born. And I love my daddy more than anything!
Latest update, they did a CT scan today of his stomach and brain to see if this thing had spread and it has. It's in several spots of his brain. The doctors are turning off the machines at 8:30am Thursday March 10th, 2016.
My dad is literally one of the best and nicest guys you'll ever meet! Anyone who crossed his path or he came in contact with, instantly loved him! He'd do anything he could for everyone, period.
Now for what happened. A few months ago he started getting sick enough to actually go to the doctor. The doctors said he had pneumonia and sent him home with the necessary medicines to get rid of it. He wasn't getting better though. Actually, he started losing a drastic amount of weight very rapidly
He went back to the doctor and they diagnosed him with enphazema, double pneumonia, and a horrible case of COPD. They kept him for a few days running tests and making sure they got everything. They also wouldn't let him leave the hospital without having an oxygen tank because he had to be on oxygen 24/7.
Then about two weeks ago he still wasn't getting better so went back to the doctor to have more tests run. They found something on his left lung that they wanted to test to see if it was cancerous. However, they couldn't do a biopsy because of how weak he had become and how delicate of a procedure it was. There was a good risk of possibly popping his lung if they tried it. The doctors gave him all the medicines that he would need to try and fight whatever this possible growth was. They wanted to see if steroids and antibiotics would knock it out or at least have dad starting to get better. They wanted to try the medicines first to see if that would help before deciding to do a biopsy.
Then on Saturday March 5th, 2016 I talked to my dad and he said he was going back to the hospital because he hadn't been able to keep anything down for 2 days and he was dizzy and weak. Apparently my dad had also fallen and didn't even realize or remember it. When he got back to the hospital that day the doctors said he was in respiratory failure and had he not gotten to the hospital then he would've died. His oxygen levels in his blood were terribly low and he had a CO2 buildup in his blood. They sent him up to the ICU and got his oxygen levels stabilized.
At this point, within 4 months dad had already gone from 170lbs to 135lbs. Which was terrifying to see!
First thing Sunday morning, I immediately headed down to the hospital. We got there really late, past visiting hours, but they made an exception and let me see my daddy anyway. We were there for a few minutes when they told me they needed to wake him up to do a chest x-Ray. I got extremely lucky they had to do that because that allowed me to talk to my dad. He told me he loves me and wanted me to tell the doctors that he wants to fight!
Monday morning rolls around and I receive a phone call from the doctor himself saying that dad stopped breathing and they put him on a ventilator (life support). He wanted to perform bronchoscopy to go down there, look, and get a sample to see if it's cancerous. So of course I had to sign the paperwork approving the procedure.
After the procedure was finished the doctor went over everything with the entire family that he had already told my brother and I before the procedure. About how the end outcome of everything is still eventually going to be the same. We will be losing my dad whether it be within a matter of days or longer. But my dad is currently only able to use 25% of his lungs, 25% is taken by enphazema and the other 50% is takin up by whatever this mass is that they are trying to find out if it's cancer or not. It has been spreading at an alarming rate.
Basically it boils down to the fact that my dad will never be off life support, he has no lungs left and there truly isn't a point in putting him through more unnecessary pain for our own selfish curiosity of what this is that's killing him.
One of the worst feelings in the world is being the 28year old daughter to only a 53 year old man and having to make these decisions. While watching his mom and dad so devastated because no parent should ever have to bury their child! My dad is their oldest, their first born. And I love my daddy more than anything!
Latest update, they did a CT scan today of his stomach and brain to see if this thing had spread and it has. It's in several spots of his brain. The doctors are turning off the machines at 8:30am Thursday March 10th, 2016.
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Sam Davidson
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Venice, FL