Hello (can barely bring myself to type this) do you mind if I join you?
My beloved Dad died on Monday, after a fairly long illness, catalogue of misdiagnoses and a correct diagnosis which came far too late. I'm utterly heartbroken.
His death in the end was swift and peaceful, but the awful trauma of the preceding weeks still haunts me, as do the flashbacks of him lying there, my mum's grief and the nurse holding me while I told him how much I loved him. The care he received on the last ward was exceptional, I don't know how to thank them all, I need to find a way.
Yesterday, I was fairly functional, I cleaned the house and did loads and loads of washing I'd been neglecting, today I'm a mess. I have a 5yo DD, so really need to keep on for her sake. DD is coping so well, we have told her that grandad is in heaven, we didn't mention "too poorly", for fear of a paranoia about illness, she is sad and curious, but quite accepting. She keeps talking about him in heaven and I find this comforting and heartbreaking at the same time.
I work in oncology, death is no stranger to me, but this is my Dad and my heart is breaking
Much love to anyone who is going through this hell, I wouldn't wish it on anybody