At first, our family was in denial. But once we began putting the pieces of the puzzle together, we understood that his condition was caused by the exposure to asbestos during a lifetime of work in the Mill. Dad began to get depressed, and it became difficult for him to go through treatment. Since mesothelioma has no cure, we all knew that the treatment was simply aimed at extending his life as much as possible.
My father was a fighter, a man amongst men. As the days, weeks and months passed, we saw mesothelioma steal that away from him bit by bit. He began to lose weight quickly, and jaundice set in along with dark bags underneath his eyes. Each day, he began to get weaker as mesothelioma destroyed his body from the inside out.
In late 2003, Dad began to need constant supervision and could not be left alone due to his state of mind. We took turns caring for him and offering comfort. Mesothelioma took its toll on each one of us as well.
Down to just 130 pounds, my father began to cough up blood as the pain continued to worsen. Every inch of his body hurt, and he lost the ability to walk and was confined to using a wheelchair. Hospice care started just a month later, and Dad became bed ridden. In spite of vast amounts of pain medication, my father couldn’t move because the pain was too great. Hallucinations and seizures started, and my father passed away two days later in February of 2004.
Mesothelioma destroys the body quickly, without remorse and without hope. I experienced the devastation of mesothelioma first hand, and it is this experience that gives me the passion and drive to fight for the victims of mesothelioma and their families.
-Michael Throneberry, Attorney-At-Law