We were so full of hope that he'd had tests, we knew what we were dealing with ( oesophageal cancer), and he started a chemo and radio therapy treatment plan.
Every day for 5 weeks we had to go to st James in Leeds, but I didn't mind.
Dad went thru the treatment without any problems, and he did what he was told. ' have this treatment and you'll probably have another 5 years'
He died in June 
He wasn't ready to die, he did what he was told! In February his scan was clear, but by June he was 'riddled' with it and died 10 days after being told it was terminal. Even then they said he'd have a few months.
It's so bloody unfair. He was such a strong man, who did what the drs told him, went faithfully to leeds every day ( always at riush hour on the m62!!)
Just wanted to write it down.