He barely can walk now, no chance of getting to a hospital without a wheelchair and a stick, he is so so skinny, only bones, being fed through a tube for the past few weeks, on oxygen for couple of months, barely have power to speak, bed sores from sitting in his armchair day and night because he cant lie down so no chance of going to bed. I knew its bad, i call every day but seeing it with my own eyes is overwhelming. I saw him just before Christmas and he was still alright, last summer he was visiting us and did staircase and an additional floor for storage in our garage, and now he is so suffering.
fyi - i am not British but live in the UK for almost half of my life. We found out he’s got rare, terminal cancer two years ago. I dont know what else to say to my toddler who adores him so much and now he tells me he is sad because grandpa doesn’t play with him.
i dont know what to do, dont know how my mom will cope. I am daddy’s girl, i cant face whats
going to happen and wake up scared every morning praying he is still with us