My dad’s fight came to an end

I have only posted on here once but I read other’s post religiously and they have helped my family and I so much during these past three difficult months. My father passed away on Dec. 20th, three months after being diagnosed. We never in a million years thought we would be losing him so soon and we are still trying to wrap our minds around what has happened.
A little background on him; He was diagnosed with cancer on Sept. 18th of this year. At first the doctors told us they were pretty sure it was a secondary form of cancer and stage IV since it had already spread. After a week and a half we were able to get into MD Anderson where they did further testing and CT scans and they saw one 8 cm tumor on his liver with two tiny satellites. The Dr.s at MD Anderson diagnosed him with CC and started him immediately on Chemo with gem/cis. The first two rounds of chemo were ok, he had his bad days on days 3-5 but after that we would be good and exercising and eating great. He was able to maintain his weight and his blood work was looking good. After his 4th round he started to feel more fatigued and noticed some pain. We took him back to his dr where they did another CT scan and they discovered there was fluid in his lungs, they were concerned it was cancer related and decided to drain it. The also decided to change his chemo medicines and insert a port. They did see the original tumor had shrunk just a tiny tiny bit and the satellite tumors were stable but they also noticed a couple of very small nodules in the lung area. The port was scheduled for the 18th. From this point on I started to see a decline in my dad, he was weak , tired and his appetite was decreasing. They drained the fluid on Dec. 11th and by Dec. 16th we found out the fluid was cancerous. So the cancer had spread to the casing in his lungs. By this time by father was in some pretty bad pain and barely eating anything. We had an appt with his dr on the 17th to discuss our plan of action because from what my mother was telling the dr, the dr didn’t think my dad could handle another round of chemo. We took him in on the 17th and he was so weak, he could barely walk and wasn’t eating a thing. The blood work came back totally out of whack from less than a week before. The dr was concerned about how dehydrated he was an order some fluids for him. She also then told us that she didn’t think he could handle another round of chemo and that it wouldn’t do any good. Basically it would have done more harm than good. She recommended we begin hospice and told us he had about 6 months but more on the lighter side of that. My mother and I was in total disbelief. We couldn’t believe what we were hearing. The next day we choose a hospice care and began it right away. He was still aware and speaking, barely eating but getting up every now and then to walk or use the restroom. Friday morning the hospice nurse came back (Dec. 19th) and just went over a few things with us. When we asked her if she thought the end was near she said “no” but we just had to get his pain under control because he was visibly very uncomfortable. Friday he actually ate and drank more than he had in a few days, all of his brothers and sisters came to see him as well as his parents. That night I said Good Night to him and told him how much I loved him and I would see him in the morning. I received a phone call from my mom at 1:40 in the morning to come over because something wasn’t right. Luckily I live right next door so I ran over and as soon as I walked in the door my mom said my dad had passed away. We just don’t understand how the Dr could tell us he had 3-6 months to live and then he passed away 3 days later. I keep telling myself that he isn’t suffering anymore and is at peace but it’s just so hard to accept. He was only 61 years old, he had been married to my mom for 41 years and loved his grandson more than anything in the world. Plus I am expecting another baby in May and would give anything to have him here for that.
Sorry for the long post but just wanted to give his story and also tell all of ya’ll that each of ya’ll have been such a great resource and support system. Reading all of the post really gave us hope and positive energy. I pray and hope that a cure or better treatment for this evil disease is found soon, because too many great people our losing their battle to it.