April 28th my dad went to the ER for what he thought was a sinus infection. It would end up being so much worse.. So much. He was put into a medically induced coma and intubated because his oxygen was in the low 80's. They needed to breath for him until they could get his oxygen back to normal. They said it would be simple and that he would come right back off of it when they got his oxygen stabilized. It wouldn't end up like that. They would try to take him off of it more then a few times but he would last for a while then crash. He had pneumonia in his left lung and another unidentifiable respiratory infection, He had e-coli in his bloodstream and urine in his bloodstream do to his kidneys not working properly. He was septic and they found a blood clot in his heart which through off flecks and caused a series of strokes. At this point they weren't doing anything for him they were just doing stuff to him to keep him alive. They kept him sedated with fentanyl and propofol. They did take him off of it on Monday but he didn't open his eyes until Thursday and he was irritable with cause. He starting trying to pull his breathing tube out so they had to put him under again. He had been on life support for two weeks and it was time to make a decision. My nephew was at the hospital everyday and I was there on my days off. His friends I notified didn't bother to come see him. He had no one but us. I thought If I gave him more time he could come out of it and fight this, fight it off. The dad I knew was strong! But not strong enough to fight systematic organ failure, uncontrolled A- Fib respiratory failure and the multitude of things that compounded his condition. So it was either extubate him and hope and PRAY that he was strong enough to breath on his own or do a tracheostomy and put a feeding tube in and he would go to a nursing home several hours away from any family. The decision was easy, my mind knew what my dad wanted and it wasn't to live without any quality of life. So after talking with my nephew and consulting with my brothers we all agreed to just extubate him, and we did. He was a fighter, my dad but he couldn't do it forever. His body was tired. After almost an hour his respiration went from 24 to 8 and his blood pressure went from 103/86 to 41/12. I'm not a nurse but I know that's not compatible with life for very long. I told him I loved him, my brother talked to him too. We got to say goodbye and tell him we loved him. He died just a few minutes before my nephew could get there. I thought it would be easy because I knew what he wanted. My soul has a guilt on it I can never scrub off because I will always doubt what I did. But at least he doesn't have to suffer anymore. He left no will or any sort of directive. So I'm asking if you can if you would please donate. I want to have a memorial celebrating his life and hopefully  get help having him cremated. I thank you so much for helping at such a difficult time.