I posted in life-limiting illness and people were very kind but I think I probably need to start a new thread in s more appropriate place.
My Dad died suddenly 2 weeks ago from a massive aggressive cancer. The primary cause is still unknown. He was in hospital on and off for his last 10 days and deteriorated rapidly. Before that he was basically fine, though I'm worried he was hiding it as he had a dismissive attitude to illness. He had asked for me not to be told as he didn't want to worry me until he knew what it was. Eventually my family called me and as I live abroad I had to go through that sickening last minute flight booking and dash to the airport that every expat dreads. I made it before he died but he wasn't conscious. He was only 71.
We've had a long wait for the funeral - he died on 23 April and the funeral is 15 May. I have come back home but will return for the funeral. I know everyone says that the planning the funeral is what keep you going through those in between weeks but I feel like I resent having to do the funeral stuff because it is stopping me grieving properly. I am either stressed because people are not returning my phone calls or upset because I am thinking how horrible his death was and how awful it was seeing him in hospital like that. I'm not making much sense but it's like the funeral stuff is not to do with him.
There is stuff I want to tell him, funny everyday stuff that we would laugh over and every time I think of something it is like something has hit me in the chest because then I realised he'll never know. It seems weird to me that the world is going on without him.
It's silly because we were not even especially close, but he was still my Dad, my only dad. I feel guilty about everything... that I hadn't seen him for 2.5 years (my DH was commuting to another country for a year and I have an injury that won't heal which make it very hard to fly.) I'm constantly afraid I've said the wrong thing to his partner or my mum. He'd been planning a visit here.
There is a hospital debrief tomorrow which I am joining by conference call, in which they will give us the biopsy results (taken nearly a week before he died) and try to answer our questions, which are mostly about how he went downhill so fast and why the medical staff always seemed one step behind. He had generally good care, I think, apart from being left on an open ward with a very objectionable man opposite who kept demanding attention and shouting, yelling to everyone, "that man's got cancer!" ("that man" was my Dad). He eventually got a private room for the last two nights because he was dying. Anyway they have given us 15 minutes for the debrief which seems like a ridiculously short time to review such a complex case.
Anyway I'm not really sure why I'm posting except that it's such a massive shock and I really feel like hiding from the world. I am trying to do normal things (meet friends, go to my own medical appointments) but it feels really weird, like I shouldn't be out there. I am worried for my mum too, for financial reasons and that she is going to be very isolated when the funeral is over.